There's almost a laugh, low and quiet. Does that sound like her? She doesn't even know. She just doesn't know.
"Back when I was a little girl. I was— I was Alice. Alice Tonner. Then, this." She reaches back to guide Erin's hand to the still-thick starburst scar tissue, stretched and thinned by time and age and growth. "Doctor called it a daisy. Trying to make the nastiness pretty for the sweet little girl he thought I was, I suppose. He didn't know I'd been— excited, when I saw the bodies. Or that I already wanted to make Calvin pay."
Pretty little Alice Tonner, in her dungaree dress and flowery t-shirt and her pink scrunchie. Daddy's little sweetheart, so well behaved at home, such an easy face to use for her old man's hatred. Tripped and fell after being lured into misbehaviour by that rowdy Benchley boy, that's how they saw it.
"And I liked it. Liked that they didn't know. Liked being the pretty little flower that no one expected to break their jaw. So. I became Daisy."
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There's almost a laugh, low and quiet. Does that sound like her? She doesn't even know. She just doesn't know.
"Back when I was a little girl. I was— I was Alice. Alice Tonner. Then, this." She reaches back to guide Erin's hand to the still-thick starburst scar tissue, stretched and thinned by time and age and growth. "Doctor called it a daisy. Trying to make the nastiness pretty for the sweet little girl he thought I was, I suppose. He didn't know I'd been— excited, when I saw the bodies. Or that I already wanted to make Calvin pay."
Pretty little Alice Tonner, in her dungaree dress and flowery t-shirt and her pink scrunchie. Daddy's little sweetheart, so well behaved at home, such an easy face to use for her old man's hatred. Tripped and fell after being lured into misbehaviour by that rowdy Benchley boy, that's how they saw it.
"And I liked it. Liked that they didn't know. Liked being the pretty little flower that no one expected to break their jaw. So. I became Daisy."