"Alex! I swear, you need to grow up and act your proper age!" My mother shouted.

I ignored her, of course. My back was to her and I sat on my bed, legs crossed.

"Alex! You listen to me, young lady! You are not a child anymore! I am fed up with you running off into your little dream lands and acting like a child! You haven't even thought of your future- of marriage yet!"

Marriage. Now that was a touchy subject. I turned and glared at her. "I already told you mother, I don't plan on getting married! I don't plan on falling in love either. I've seen what happens when you fall in love! I mean, have you seen your marriage lately!"

"Alex Katie Liddel! Do inot/i speak to me that way!"

"My last name iisn't/i Liddel!" I yelled back. "It's Nightmare." I added, just to get on her nerves.

"Alex, do inot/i push my buttons. I don't need your sillyness." My mother said in a warning tone.

"I can do what I please. I'm 19, you can't order me around anymore."

"Alex, as long as you are living under this roof-"

"Fine, I'll leave." I replied, standing up.

My mother laughed. "Leave! Where are you going to go!"

I shrugged. "Away. Away from you and away from this stupid place. I hate it here. You bring men home every night and sleep with them, but they leave before it gets bright outside. You're nothing but an insolent whore."

My mother's eyes burned with rage. "Why you ungrateful-!"

"What are you gonna do about it? You can't make me stay."

I expected her to started yelling again, but she didn't. Instead, she teared up. "Oh Alex, I'm sorry. Please don't leave."

"Oh don't fucking pull that shit on me. You're teary eyed act isn't gonna fucking make me stay." I shook my head and grabbed my black bag and began aimlessly shoving things into it.

"You're not seriously leaving. You'll be back, I know it..!" My mother said, almost as if she was just trying to convince herself.

"Yeah, keep dreaming." I grabbed the black book off my desk and shoved it in my bag. I pushed past my mother and ran down the stairs, slamming the door shut.

Tears flowed down my cheeks. I never cried in front of my mother. Never, ever. That woman would never see my tears.

"Stupid..." I mumbled, trying to wipe away the tears but they just kept coming. "Stop it, stop crying. It's not worth it."

I didn't realize where I was walking, and found myself in the middle of nowhere. "Aw, shit..." I groaned, looking around but seeing nothing but trees.

I sat down and hugged my knees. I wanted to go home, but I wasn't going to give in.

I was never going back.

I groaned and fell back. I, at the moment, had not the will to start walking again, so I curled up and went to sleep...

"Alice!" A familiar voice called.

I felt something furry poke me in the nose.

"No. Go away. Five more minutes, mom..." I grumbled.

"Pardon me? I am not you mother, Alice! And I don't HAVE five minutes, you're already late!"

"M'names not Alice...-" My eyes snapped open when I registered the voice. I sat up abruptly and looked down to see a little rabbit in a waist coat with a giant pocket watch.

"Woah. That's some trippy shit." I said, staring at the little white bunny.

The rabbit frowned, "I don't have time for your ramblings, Alice! You must come with me." He demanded.

Wait...

A bunny.

Demanding.

What the hell.

"Uhm, woah. Am I dreaming right now?" I looked around. Everything still looked the same.

"No Alice, you're not." The rabbit said in an annoyed tone. "You're wasting enough time. I suppose I'll have to do it the hard way."

"Hey, stop calling me Ali-" When I looked back at the bunny... well it wasn't a bunny anymore. It was a boy, about 18 or 19, standing over me.

A emvery/em familiar looking boy.

"P-Peter White? Uh-uh. No way. I'm sooooo dreaming." I said, staring up at him.

He sighed, "how many times do I have to tell you? You're not- oh whatever. Think what you like." He leaned down and picked me up, putting me over his shoulder.

"Hey, woah. WOAH! This is wrong in so many ways! Like, sexual harassment or something! A violation of my privacy or whatever! PUT ME DOWN YOU STUPID RABBIT!"

"Miss Alice, could you please stop, you're yelling in my ear." Peter sighed.

"You're... ear...?" I looked over at the fluffy white rabbit ear sticking out from the top of his head. "there is NO WAY that is real." I poked it and it twitched. "Okay so I've been wrong before... And stop calling me Alice!"

"Oh wow," Peter sighed. "I didn't know you'de be this annoying. Oh well, I still love you either way."

My face turned red and I shook my head, "woah. Even for a dream this is freaking me out. I don't like it... hey wait a minute, Peter is that a huge hole in the middle of a field? Why are we walking toward it? You know, we could fall. And die. I mean I like falling, but not dying. Woah, step away from the big scary hole and NO ONE, especially not me, is gonna get hurt."

Still, Peter kept walking.

"Kay, seriously. I'm begging you. Don't throw me down there. Or go all 300 and kick me yelling "this is Sparta" or something. That would NOT be nice."

Peter groaned and set me down.

THANK GOD.

"Honestly! You wished for this to happen, and now you're complaining about it. Oh well, I exist to make you happy, so if this doesn't make you happy, I'll leave you be." Peter went to walk away and I gasped.

"NO DON'T LEAVE!" I clung to his legs.

"What the- Alice, get off the ground and let go of my foot, please, although I don't mind you holding me."

I stood, "I want to go with you-dream or not- this is what I want."

Peter smiled, "good. How do you feel about falling?"

"I told you before- I love it."

Peter went to take my hand, but I stepped to the edge of the rabbit hole instead.

"You coming?" I turned to him, smiling.

"My, my Alice, you are an odd one." Peter laughed.

"Missing a step?" I asked.

Peter dug in his pocket. He pulled out a vial with a heart shaped stopper.

I knew exactly what that was.

He handed it to me and I stared at it, then took it, then looked at Peter.

"This is what you wanted, remember Alice?"

"I know." I replied."And my names inot/i Alice...!" I took the stopper off the vial and pressed it to my lips, tipping it back, drinking the entire thing. "That stuff tastes icky."

"I wouldn't know, I haven't tried it." Peter shrugged as I shoved it in my pocket.

"Whatever. Shall we go?"

And without a reply, I jumped.