A/N: Just a quick little thing that popped into my head

Warnings: Drug use if you squint

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…

Alice in Underland

By: InuyashasChic

There is a orphanage seeped in darkness, it has another name but most just call it Underland. This is where I live. A cross between hell and that hard place the rock is always talking about. I'm not an orphan per se; I like Underland better than the world waiting outside its doors.

My mother dropped me off whenever ago, because Father died and I have issues. Nightmares of strange places that didn't exist. She wanted me to marry a stiff to keep the money in the upper class, and for that I had to be normal. I didn't get better, so she sent me here.

Most days I can't tell if Underland's part of my imagination or if it's all real. It's like the nightmares but everything is different, it's hard to explain. The orphanage seems to exist somewhere outside of liner time.

All the windows are boarded to discourage suicide. The only way to tell the time is to take a peak at Mr. Rabbit's pocket watch and even than you can't be sure. Besides chasing after him is not advised, you run out of breath and then he disappears on some errand for Miss. Heart. Some call her warden but Miss. Heart will always be Quinie to me. She remained me of the Rat Terrier I had before I was exiled to Underland. Vicious, loud, and horribly dim, she was easy to evade if you stayed out of trouble. Unfortunately for me trouble liked to hang around and make life difficult.

For example, a few minutes ago I fell down a hole, concealed by a ratty old rug, while taking a stroll through the forbidden drawing room. Why it's forbidden I will never know, it's not particularly dangerous except for the gaping hole in the floor.

I landed on my arse and decided to take a looked around. I must be awake or a sleep. Whichever. I had never seen a room like this in Underland before. The room I landed in was made almost entirely of doors. I tried all of the knobs, twice. They where all locked.

In the center of the room a little Victorian table sat a bottle with the label ripped off. Someone had scrawled 'Drink Me' all over it in orange sharpie. I took a drink, I was a pit parched, there's nothing better to do until someone sees fit to let me out. Immediately my perspective changed. The bottle was filled with Monster. I felt like I was shrinking, the muted colors of the room spun and than I saw it. A giant key nestled beside a hostess cupcake with icing that spelled out 'Eat Me'.

Now I know why Quinie Heart never let her special cases have sugar or caffeine. I ate some of the cake and felt huge, as if the rooms cracked ceiling was closing in. I drank more Monster and shrank again. It tasted less like bleach and more like fizzy blue berry flavored tinfoil the second time around. It went on like that for a while, big, small, big, small, until I finally remember to grab the key. I wanted to go somewhere that picked a size and stuck to it.

I tried all the doors again. I key fit the smallest one. I tried to force my body threw the small opening with no luck. I sat back and drank a few sips of Monster and tried again. I slipped threw easily and wondered briefly why throughout that whole ordeal I had the strangest sensation of déjà vu.

Out in the hall Cheshire as waiting for me, he smiled and I couldn't help but wonder how he found me. Than I stop wondering because he was always just around the corner.

"You always seem to find trouble, Alice."

I shrugged, and he grinned. Cheshire wasn't exactly a friend but he was always good for a bit of a chat.

"Miss. Heart is in the back garden again. You best distract her from the roses."

Alice took off down the hallway. For some reason Quinie had a deep hate for white roses while Alice had grown rather fond. It was best to distract her before she ripped the garden apart in a fit of rage.