Murder Of Crows

Chapter 22: Questions No Answers

~Alice's Dream ~

"...Alice..."

"...Alice..."

"Alice!" My eyes snap open as I hear a loud voice call of my name.

I look around and notice I wasn't in my bedroom anymore. I was laying in the middle of the floor, in some room I don't recognize.

I was still in my pajamas I got in bed wearing my hair was also still up in it's perfect ponytail. I stand up and start looking around hoping to find any clues that may help me figure out where I m currently. Nothing seemed familiar, everything felt off.

"Where the fuck am I." I grumple out, I haven't even been here for more than five minutes and I am already incredibly stressed out.

I know for a fact this isn't a room in the house, if so I would be familiar with it. First thing that I come up with is finding a way out, but to my suprise, there are no doors only one window and walls that had paintings place one all walls accept the forth one.

I moved slowly to the window and observe the outdoors. It's extremely dark, the sky is painted black as if thunder clouds are rolling in over the horizon. I look down to see as if I could jump out the window but that would only lead me to death. I sigh thinking about what I was going to do.

I turn around and stared at the three paintings place on each wall. All three perfectly rest on the wall that they were place upon, and they look as if they haven't been touched in years. I stand in the middle of the room looking at every painting. I felt like a rope was tied around my wait pulling me towards each and every one.

I feel myself moving toward the painting to the left of me. My foot steps are slow but every step I take is faster than the last. I didn't notice that I was standing in front of the picture. I squint my eyes to process what I was looking at. Trying to make out every detail as possible.

I notice a man and a women, together sitting on a swing. They were both young and seem to be in early their twenties. The girl had her arms wrapped around the young man, as he held the swing with his left arm above her head. There eyes were locked in a undeniably strong gaze.

Love that was radiating off the painting, these two obviously share something that nobody else has. Something secret, forbidden, or even deadly, but the bond they share is unbreakable.

Why am I able to understand this? Why do I crave this love, what's inside me that feels this way?

"Maybe if I just touch it I will find what I've been searching for."

As I raise my hand my index finger came in close contact with the painting. But something whispered in my ear " Not now..." were the words that now are ringing through my mind.

"Not now, time to move onto something else." I turn around on my heels and walk toward the painting that hangs on the far end of the room.

My attention quickly shifts to the one in the middle of the room. For some odd reason had a large black curtains over it. I don't feel it is my place to unvail the painting behind the curtains, so I ignore it and continued my focus on the one in front of me.

Now this painting in front of me I am familiar with.

"The Assassination of Julius Caesar ." What a heart breaking painting, of Caesar getting stabbed in the back. Every detail in this picture adds to the suspense.

As Caesar was clearly working on and talking about something important. These conspirators raised their knives to stab him in the back. And in his last moments Ceasar looks to Brutus's.