Why is Love so Hard? |BENDY X HENRY| (OLD)

It's Alice Angel!

(A/N) Just a heads up, all art in this book isn't mine.  Also, Has Any on else read Zita The space girl? This art really reminds me of it...

I reached over the boards for the axe.

My fingers brushed the weapon. "So close." I whispered.

Alison mumbled something and shifted positions in the chair.

5...4...3..2..1. I counted in my head. She didn't wake up.

Stretching my arm further I brushed the handle, almost grabbing it.

"One more time."

My hand gripped the axe firmly this time.

I did a silent fist pump. This made me instantly think of Henry.

I should apologize for being a jerk...

Taking a deep breath I prepared myself for what I had to do.

The second I broke these boards every one would wake up and I would probably get beaten and thrown back in here.

Hopefully not though.

I brought the axe over my head, swinging it down in one swift motion.

CRACK!

Alison's eyes shot open. "Tom!" She yelled.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I swung the axe until the doorway was clear of the wooden boards.

Alison charged at me as I stepped out of my cell.

I swung the axe like a bat hitting her square in the head. She fell to the ground screaming in pain.

A part of me wanted to apologize and help her up but I pushed it away.

Tom charged into the room. "Don't let her get the tape!"

A tape recorder was on the table next to me. I grabbed it.

I didn't want the tape recorder. But if they wanted it, who cares?

"One step closer and i'll break it!" I threatened.

Tom growled and stepped closer. "I'm warning you!"

He lunged at me, suddenly taking me to the ground.

I hit him in the leg with my axe. He yelped, grabbing it.

Backing up I shakily stood and reached for the door.

"Sorry." I said dumbfounded at what I had just done.

Alice was supposed to be an angel. Susie though...she's something else.

Shutting the door behind me quickly I glanced around for something to block the door with.

There was nothing nearby so I continued on following a large river of ink.

I don't know where I'm going, but I don't really care.

Because for the first time in my life at Joey Drew studio's, I'm happy.

.......

My tail swishes back and forth along the paper grass.

Joey wanted to have a whole world down here. All for us cartoons.

He ended up with a hell for people and a demon instead.

There are a few pretty places though. Like this one.

Tall reeds and grass with a dock overlooking a pond of ink.

I sigh laying down with my hands behind my head.

The real world must be pretty nice. I should ask Henry about it sometime.

Henry. A million thoughts rush through my head.

Cute. Nice. Terrified. Are a few of my favorites.

He just wants to go home. To be free. Are my not favorites.

I don't like being stuck here, but I don't want Henry to leave either.

He'd never come back.

'Henry doesn't love you.'

I shake my head. Yeah he does, he kissed me.

'You kissed him.'