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Daisy had one of the best days of her life, and it was all thanks to Joly Holy and Nosey Mary. She couldn't recall the last time she had that much fun, but it didn't matter. All that was important was the present, and she was the happiest she had ever been. 

Skipping around in the apartment, Daisy grabbed four slices of pizza - ordered from AHONA - and placed them in the microwave. Then, she connected her phone to the large speakers in the living room and played Mama Knows Best by Jessie J. 

"Well there is something going down. Like the storm in the sky.I ain't gonna be played by your behavior. How can I trust someone who's lying to me, so. Bow out, go! Now I said bow out, leave! I said take your stuff and go, 'Cuz you're not for me," she sang along to it. Though she may not have had the best voice on the planet, that didn't stop her from singing the high ranges Jessie J did. 

It was one of those days where Daisy felt like nothing could go wrong. Joly Holy had told her her manuscript had a lot of potential of being great, and if she kept on writing she would be a well known author in a couple of years. Daisy also got a front seat at seeing Nosey Mary try to flirt with a waiter. It was the most amazing, and awkward, thing she had ever seen - and she has been killing monsters for her entire life.

The microwave timer tinged and Daisy took out a slice and headed to her room. Entering inside, she threw her hat on the bed and placed her handbag on one of the hooks behind the door. Daisy then walked out and went to the bathroom, switching on the heater. She couldn't wait for the long hot bath she had been anticipating all day. 

Going back to her room, Daisy noticed something she didn't see before - a letter. It was nicely placed on her dresser with the words Daisy, My Love on the front. There was no address from where it came from, or who might have sent it. 

"How did it get in my room?" She looked around, then picked up the letter and checked it. Could someone have broken in and left it for her? It was the only logical reason. But why?

She opened it. 

It read: You're no rose. You're no daisy. You're my Alice.

Daisy froze, the slice of pizza between her mouth dropping to the floor. Her hands started to shake and she could feel her heart beating faster than normal. "It can't be." She shook her head. "He's dead." She tried to stay calm and not panic like last time, but it was proving to be difficult. The only one who could keep her from breaking down, Joe, was out of the city. 

She started hyperventilating, before dropping the letter and running towards the bathroom. Still in her clothes, Daisy turned on the water and sat inside, closing the shower's glass door. She started sobbing, feeling so alone and vulnerable. Someone must have been playing tricks on her. But who? Apart from Joe and her family, no one else knew about the man who kidnapped her as a child.

As the hot water oozed down her body, Daisy pulled her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She was willing to drown in her sorrows than let the terrible memories of the man return, but that wasn't to be. Daisy started recalling how it all came to be.

It all started with her being an overweight child. Daisy would be laughed at everyday by other kids in school, being called names like Obese Girl, Fatty, and the one that stuck throughout her childhood; Daisy The Pig. 

She would then spend recess crying, not telling anyone - even her brother - where she was. Daisy tried to tell her grandparents that she was bullied at school, but they couldn't do anything except complain at the useless school principal.

Then one day when she was alone sticking her fingers in her mouth, making herself puke so she could lose more weight, Daisy came across a man in a green, baggy suit and a matching top hat. He was kind and friendly, and asked her what was wrong. 

At the time, Daisy didn't know right from wrong, and she opened up to the man the way she had never done to anyone else - not even Joe. She told him how much she wanted those who laughed at her to pay for making her feel suicidal all the time. After the man listened, he said all the right things that the insecure young girl needed to hear, telling her not to worry, and that he would protect her. 

A couple of days later, Daisy was no longer being made fun of. When the kids at school saw her, they asked for forgiveness, before running away from she was some kind of monster. Slowly, Daisy found herself being fond of the old man, and she would sometimes skip school to go hangout with him. She would play with the rabbit dolls in his house, and in return, he asked her not to tell anyone about their relationship - not even her twin brother - and Daisy agreed. 

Memories of the man faded and Daisy sniffled one last time, feeling the hot water running down her face. "I won't be able to stop him if he's alive."