When I was young I had a friend, Alice. We would always play in the meadow near the lake. Everyday she drew me closer to getting near the water's edge. I would always object to her persuasion; each time Alice would tear out a clump of red hair and toss it into the mirrored lake.
After weeks of frustration, the friend I once knew, clawed at her opaque skin enraged. I finally gave gave into her insistance.
Suddenly, I felt my legs being dragged by a vice like grip. I struggled and screamed swallowing the inky blackness around me. With one almighty kick I broke free: scrambling back to the surface for air. I looked down straining my eyes to see Alice plunging towards the eternal darkness. But how could she just disappear like that.
20 years later I am living in the same house with a daughter of my own. Strange to think how memories replay in your mind. It was like yesterday when I almost drowned. I knew I would never be free.
“Mummy can I play with Alice...”
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