Ah, I see you've stumbled on my latest installment of horror. Yes, this is the prologue, it's not very exciting but it gives me the creeps as we lead up to Wonderland. I might as well put the warnings out.

WARNING: Very much not for the faint of heart. There are descriptions of body horror, blood, drug use/medicine abuse, and suicide mentions/attempted suicide. I will put a warning for each chapter. They will be italicized as well as bolded. For this chapter, the warnings are as told:

-drug usage (medication overdose)

-suicide attempt

I will also put a summary at the bottom if you still want to know the basic plot of the chapter if any detailed descriptions of the above trigger you or if they're a squick of yours.

So, I also have an explanation to where the idea for this came from. This story will mainly be my ramblings/story telling late at night, where I seem to get the best ideas for my stories. As I am typing this, it is a bit past four am and I'm sorry I haven't been sleeping much for the last few nights, maybe like four hours of sleep. So if there are any typos please point them out and I will fix them. Also, I guess the narrator is Rock, kind of like the Cats of the Clans book, where he's telling the story but sometimes interrupts with something like 'i don't like this', okay?

Well, if you want to, keep reading for the prologue to this horror story!

Her name was Ivypool. I don't say that as in she used to exist, like she 'was' Ivypool and now she's someone else or dead, but for a dramatic effect as this tale will be very, very dramatic. Ahem. Anyways, her name was Ivypool, and this was the time of night where her horrifying living nightmares would begin. She'd get her horrible visions of blood and twisted black vines, twirling around her arms, legs, reaching out to her as if they needed her for a very peculiar reason. These hallucinations were powerful, Ivypool didn't know if they were real or not. Of course, everyone told her they were just a figment of her imagination.

'Oh Ivypool, you have nothing to be afraid of! They can't hurt you!' 'They're not real, don't let them bother you!' 'Just don't think about them, that'll help!'

Haha, they didn't know a single thing, the clueless bastards. There was no controlling them, they did as they pleased. They might not have hurt her much physically, but it was the emotional cuts and bruises that scarred her, left her afraid and weak, ashamed of her actions in the past. She begged for mercy from the stars, but they seemed to only look down upon her in shame, shoving her away from their beaming hope and light. Those were feelings, items, Ivypool had lost long ago, soon to be replaced by the heavy weight of pure fear, dread, anxiety.

There was a tap on her door. Ivypool's skin seemed to crawl, shocking her in random places. She yelped loudly, smacking her gloved hands against her thighs as she shouted out to the empty open air, begging for it to leave her alone in her own misery. Ivypool's eyes widened in fear as the door creaked open, a soft face peeking her hazel eyes through the small window between the door and its frame. Ivypool let out a sigh of relief, her tense muscles relaxing as she slunk down onto the hard floor, placing both of her hands on her temples. Dovewing placed a hand on her sister's shoulder, crouching down, worry filling her pretty hazel eyes to the brim. She opened her small mouth to say something, then shut it just as quickly as she opened it, leaving the room silent.

Ivypool narrowed her midnight blue eyes, and pushed her sister away, snapping, "Go away."

"Ivypool, I'm really worried about you. You've done nothing but sulk in your room! You haven't eaten anything in the past three days, what's going on-?" Dovewing blurted out her ramble suddenly, until Ivypool interrupted her.

"I said go away!" Ivypool cried out, smashing a gloved hand against the wall, which left a shallow dent, not noticed by either sister.

Dovewing pressed on. "Please come out! Everyone has been wondering where you've been! You're a hero, please don't be like this. It's upsetting me." Ivypool let out a low hiss, her head throbbing and her limp, unwashed hair falling down in oily strands from her half-attempt at a ponytail, from two nights ago. It was also cut haphazardly, giving her uneven spits of straight blonde hair scattered around her face. Anything not held back by the ponytail had been sliced.

"Leave me alone!" Ivypool growled. Dovewing's kind expression turned cold.

"Fine." Dovewing sniffed, folding her thin arms over her bust and sticking her pointed nose up into the air. "But at least eat something. Visit Briarlight. I don't know! Do something other than stay in your room screaming!" She nearly slammed the door shut as she paced out. Ivypool collapsed into herself, placing her head in the crooks of her elbows, a silent, tear-less sob shaking through her weakened body violently.

She wiped her eyes on her blanket, ignoring the black blots rubbed on from the remaining bits of eyeliner hastily applied to her tender eyelids. That was the one part of her daily routine she had kept up during her period of solitude; makeup. Just to see the cheap black makeup mixed with tears run down her face in the mirror every time she broke down crying.

Standing up, Ivypool wiped the running makeup from below her eyes with her glove, ignoring the numb feeling in her limbs and the small jerks her body gave off with every step. She swung her door open, and stumbled towards the medicine room, ignoring the polite hello that came from Briarlight down in her wheelchair. Jayfeather stepped into her path, turning around to greet her.

"Hello, Ivypool, glad to see you up and about." Jayfeather stated calmly, it almost sounded friendly, which wasn't very much like the Jayfeather we all know. I guess it was because no one but Dovewing had seen her around for the past few days. Ivypool ignored his kind greeting, pushing him out of the way, heading towards the wooden medicine cabinet. She flung it open, shoving Jayfeather's running attempt to stop her, and grasped a random bottle from the shelf, breaking the cap off and dumping the contents into her hands. The pink pills soon were tossed into her mouth as she grasped the nearest drink, a room-temperature glass of stale lemon soda, swallowing both the liquid and medicine. At this point Ivypool's head finally burst with the pain she had been trying to hide, her vision blurring as she stumbled, two pairs of hands attempting to catch her as she fell to the ground, the pill bottle spilling on the floor but still clutched in her gloved hand, the water cup falling and splashing on the floor.

Leafpool walked in at the right time. She dropped her bags and rushed to Jayfeather. Ivypool's midnight blue eyes rolled back into her head as her body violently shook, her ears ringing louder than her screams, her throat closing and drying . Briarlight had nearly fainted in her wheelchair, her large hands clamped over her mouth. Jayfeather placed a hand on his forehead, letting out a choked sigh. "She shouldn't have done this," He muttered, and started to sweep up the spilled bottle of pink pills.

Summary: Ivypool is alone in her room, Dovewing comes in and tries to cheer her up, Ivypool then walks out and goes to the medicine room and swallows a bunch of diphenhydramine pills (Benadryl), then passes out.