[color=00aeef][b][h3]Alison~[/h3][/b][/color]
All that could be heard from the cracked bedroom door was the shuffling of cardboard before the distinct sound of packing tape dispensing as a new box was created. A silence fell in the room once more as the wavy haired blonde inside sat unmoving in the middle of the glossy cherry wood floor with personal objects of her grandmother scattered around her in a circle. She didn't know how long she had sat in her knelt position but if the twinge of pain in her knees or the muscles in her legs that seemed to be begging for a position change was anything to go by than she probably didn't want to know. Alison was finally down to the last box and somehow she couldn't quite bring herself to pack it up, every time she managed to pick up an object to start was the moment her hands began to shake and tears would build in those chocolate brown eyes. It was like she was losing her grandmother all over again and that Alison herself was the one throwing her grandmother's memory under the rug. Of course, that notion was ridiculous but she could not help but feel that way just a tiny bit.

She shook her head lightly, tossing the thoughts from her mind and brushing her hand under her eyes to rid herself of any stray tears. Grandmother Alice would want her to stay strong and happy, not to drown in grief so that is exactly what she would do. Alison steeled her resolve and actually looked at what she had left pack. Most of it was clothes but she still had a range of photos,nicknacks, and the small amount of jewelry that her grandma had treasured above others around her as well. 

Alison went to pick up one of Alice's rings, wanting to have a look at some of the ones she had never seen before,only to clumsily have it spill from her finger tips and clink on to the floor. She groaned in frustration as she watched it happily sail under the bed which made her have to slowly move from her seated position. Stretching out, she quickly bit back a wince as her legs complained loudly now about the previous torture. She carefully pushed herself up, waiting a few second to regain her footing and curling the toes on her bare feet to work the blood flow back in before maneuvering around everything. Once she made it to the side of the bed, she slid to the wooden floor and glanced around until she spotted the small item she was seeking. Alison slithered her way under the bed as much as she could and reached her arm out to brush and pat around in the area of the ring until suddenly a floor board gave way under her pat. 

Alison tilted her head, noticing the popped up board in confusion. She pulled her arm back, quickly popping up as she leaned down to grab the bed frame and giving it a firm yank. It was a slow process by herself, especially with the calls from downstairs about the noise but swiftly reassuring her family that it was nothing to worry about. Once the bed was cleared of the area above, she curiously moved to the lose board and gently pried it open to find many hidden objects. [color=00aeef]"Curiouser and curiouser, why did you go through such trouble to hide these?"[/color] 

She pulled out some notebooks, one even having a dried flower as a book mark but nothing Alison had ever seen before. There was a something wrapped up in a unnaturally glittery fabric that had bells attached the edges as well as other strange things inside like pink feather, a thimble, a marble, an empty vial and so many other adorable items a child might save.[color=00aeef]"Wonder what these meant to you..."[/color]Alison spoke softly, touching the items as if they were glass ready to shatter. No, she couldn't pack these ones away. They were special. 

Alison stood up, running over to the bag by her shoes and emptying it out of all her papers and junk. She shoved the important items back in before moving back over to the hidden items. She took one of her grandmother's old dresses and wrapped the smaller items into it before setting it in the bag. She was gentle with all the books, placing them in only after she placed whatever was wrapped in jingling fabric in. Once those were tucked away she looked to the other things she had yet to pack. Alison moved some of the jewelry into her bag more specifically a locket before zipping it up and setting aside. She needed to get back to the task at hand after all. It killed her, a knife to the heart with each item she placed into that box but this has to be done and she would be strong. 

The sound for the tape sliding over the box sounded so final. It was hard to believe that she would never be in this house again after today. Alison slung the discarded bag carefully over her shoulder before picking up the last box awkwardly as she tried to get a good grip on it. She should have known better than to try to carry two items at once since as she tried to adjust the box, the bag on her shoulder started to slip which she quickly grabbed which meant holding a heavy box with one hand. This caused the box to almost tumble which meant she tried to catch it and of course it lead to her clumsy self slipping. Alison's eyes snapped shut, waiting for the sound of the crashing box, to feel the slam of her skull against the full length mirror on the wall behind her since she has backed up to close while trying to catch her items and to smell the iron tang of blood in the air once the glass fell around her but none of these things happened. She didn't hear a box crashing but instead heard the twittering of birds sing songs only they understood. She didn't feel the slam of her skull but instead almost a floating feeling before the a sensation of wet grass slowly seeping into her clothes. Alison surely didn't smell her own blood for it could not smell as wonderfully candied sweet as it did now.

Ali's eyes opened and she laid there for a moment, unmoving and slightly stunned as her toes and fingers curled into the grass. She jolted up, looking around with one though on her mind.
[i]'Am I dreaming?Did I hit my head so hard that I passed out?'[/i]
She was no doubt confused but she was also in breathless awe at the garden around her. Everything so vibrantly beautiful and smelled like anything sweet you had ever craved or maybe never knew you had craved. If this was a dream, than it was one of the most amazing she had ever had. She carefully stood and turned in a circle, taking it all in until she noticed the bag next to her feet since her ankle had brushed into it.She picked it up, placing it over her shoulder once more. Alison had planned to blindly pick a direction to go in when she spotted something familiar. She reached out her hand, planning to touch one of the flowers since it look similar to the dried one she has seen in the notebook when she was grabbed by a thorny vine. She pulled her arm back as an instinctive reaction and gasped in pain. This garden suddenly didn't seem so peaceful and beautiful as even the flowers themselves look agitated and threatening.
[color=00aeef]"Let go of me!"[/color]Alison yelled bravely, wishing she had some shears right about now as she moved her free hand to try and pry the plant from her arm since the thorns were painfully digging at her skin, not even noticing anything else that could be a danger like say the other plants she wasn't focused on.