A/N: Right, well, hello there. Quick little explanation thing before I get started, this would be the start of an Alice in Wonderland variation; I shan't go explaining about what's happening because then there would be little point in me writing. So just get reading... Go on!
I was running.
I had to get away.
The trees became a blur as I sped past.
Thundering pound in my chest forced me forward.
Why was I was running for my life? I had no idea why, I just was.
My head, my legs, my body ached painfully but I still kept going.
Gusts forced me to sway side to side but I still ran forwards as fast as I could.
Glancing down, the blood on my shirt is obvious.
It wasn't my own blood though...
Then, whose blood is it?
Why is it on me?
The tears begin to stream down my face as I slow my pace.
It's all over me.
My torso, my arms and legs, my face.
My hands are stained red with blood.
I felt like I'm running from a monster...
Then how come I was the one looking like a monster?
Shrill words begin to echo, again and again.
"Alis... What have you done?"
"Alis, what have you done?!"
What had I done?
What had I done!
I woke up in cold sweat. I think it was that nightmare again.
It's been literally haunting me for weeks now.
But I can't understand it or why it gets me so worked up.
I'll work it out though soon, after I wake up again for breakfast...