who is alice?

OSCAR’s room is small with just a twin bed, a bookshelf, and a desk for his computer. he is sitting at his desk on his computer. clicking the mouse like a pro, he looks at the screen.

i sit on the edge of the bed writing in my notebook.

    oscar: more ALICE shit again?  dude, S/HE fucked you up.
    me: yeah...

oscar --- swivels to look at me NOW! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHH

i look up

    oscar: who is ALICE?
    me: she’s the KING.
    oscar: who is ALICE?
    me: she is the DREAMCHILD.
    oscar: who is ALICE?
    me: she’s a tiny BOIGIRL who i made love to.
    oscar: who is ALICE?
    me: my OPPRESSOR.
    oscar: who is ALICE?
    me: my EXECUTIONER.
    oscar: who is ALICE?
    me: <I DONT FUCKING KNOW>

CUT