Chapter One - The beginning of the end

Chapter 3

It started like every other day, nothing special. The alarm ringing, Alice reluctantly getting out of bed. Her brown hair. matted with bed head. Her blue eyes sparkling in the sun from the open window.. Her round face yawning and getting out of her pyjamas. Out of her fluffy, pink sleepwear and into some high waisted ripped black jeans, a white jumper and her wedding ring. She sorts her hair out a nice little bun and walks out of her room to make herself a cup of coffee. Alice didn't like the sun, the world. The sun meant people, people meant noise and noise is both good and bad. Good when you need it to cover her illegal deeds but bad after that point when they seek revenge. And it certainty wasn't her day to commit a crime. She sat at her kitchen table, the cup of coffee in her hands when her eyes met that of her husband. Ex-husband. A tear she didn't know was there escaped her eye and hit her cheek. He's dead. Get over it. She tells herself this over and over for the next hour. Procrastinating to avoid doing anything meaningful. She got up and played music, loud music. As she did so she opened her window, making sure that the neighbours could hear loud and clear her music. She knew they hated it, but she hated them and their early morning walks, and their loud children play fighting, their late nights arguing. She hated it all, and the stupid yapping dog that went with it. After a bit she went back up to her room, a bit of rearranging was due. New bedding, new carpet, new blinds. It was a ritual on the first of every month. Change was needed to add some difference to the dull life of hers. The one Alice lives everyday. Well...dull might not be the right word. Normally dull, with a dash of danger from time to time. The pictures. Changed. The wallpaper. Changed. The position of the bed. Changed. She goes to her dressing table, places some natural make-up over her worn out skin and was set for the day. Checking the cupboards and checking off a list, Milk, Sugar, Sausages, Syrup and some Bread. Her trainers on, she was out the door. Little did she know it was the last time she would see her house...alive. The walk to the shop was noisy, so she pulled out her headphones, her music. Blocking out the world. The first mistake. If she avoided that, maybe it wouldn't have happened. She would have heard them. She should have heard them. The anti-social her, needed to black out the world. The second mistake.