I had a strange dream today, I was walking through my mom's neighborhood, and I came upon a mom and her daughter who looked to be about 14. She was about 5'2" and skinny as a rail, she was petite, really that's the only word that fits here.
She had dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a dusting of freckles. Her dirty blonde hair was slightly curly, and pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing an almost see through tube top and navy blue Dickies pipe shorts. She was watching the cop drive off with indifference, maybe she knew about her mother's activities.
I couldn't help but to ask how old she, the daughter that is, was. She said "I'm 18." very simply and as if she was discussing the weather. I shrugged and introduced myself, she said her name was Alice. I asked her if I could continue walking her home, since we were both heading the same way. She said that's fine and we continued walking in silence.
As we walked, I noticed our surroundings started to make that distortion effect that you see when Ed Norton begins to realize that Tyler is a part of him in Fight Club, where the film looks like it's burning up as runs through the projector. Everything was warping, jumping and generally degrading. Once we reached her house, a nondescript town house, she invited me inside and told me that she was running upstairs for a moment to change.
She came back downstairs wearing the same dress that Marla was shown wearing near the end of Fight Club, what she called "the sex crime" dress and her was frazzled and disheveled as Marla's was. She said that she was ready to go now, and we could leave whenever I wanted. I asked her if there was anywhere in particular that she wanted to go. She shook her head "No." her hair bounced a little when she said this.
I shrugged and turned around heading for the front door. I had to side step a black cat who seemingly appeared out of no-where to run frantically into the living room and vanish again. I stepped outside and noticed that the sky was smoke grey, the sun was a black disc and it looked like it was dusk. I frowned inwardly and asked myself what the hell was going on. After a moment of thinking on this, with no easy answer I turned to face Alice and point down the street, the way we had come from the arrest of her mother.
We started walking and I couldn't help but to notice that while she did look like a 14 year old, she had all the curves and bounce of an older woman in this get up. I remember feeling dirty with myself for thinking like this, so I asked her again how old she is, not believing for an instant that she was really 18. She said again "Yeah I'm 18, want to see my ID?" I thought she was joking, but my answer was completely serious "Yes." I said as we walked. She rummaged around in her handbag and pulled it out, handing it to me with it stuck between her middle and index fingers of her left hand.
I leaned toward her hand and looked at the card, sure enough, she's 18. I nodded slightly and straightened up. I asked her if she wanted to head to my place, since it was only a block over from here. She smiled slightly and said that was fine. The rest of the walk was spent in silence, I don't know why. You would think that two people who just met within an hour would be talking to each other, but we just didn't have any words. So we walked in silence. Once we were about half way there, I noticed that it was completely silent outside. There was absolutely no sound, I found this kind of confusing because you would think that there would be birds and other wildlife found in residential areas.
After another five or ten minutes we reached my house and stood in silence in the yard, the front door was open and the front windows were open. Somebody was inside the house, which was weird because I lived alone and I kept everything locked up tight, except for the entire upstairs. I asked her to remain out here for a second while I went into the house. When I did, I found a man in a suit standing in the living room. He pulled out a chrome plated .45 and pulled the trigger calmly when he saw me. The last thing I remember is nothing, I woke up in bed, staring at a new text message from a friend of mine whose name begins with an "A".