Alex in Wonderland
Disclaimer: I did not write Ashes to Ashes
Music: White rabbit – Jefferson aeroplane
The second time was somehow worst than the first. Perhaps it was because, this time, Alex knew she could've stopped it. Or maybe it was because, this time, she had learnt the truth about what happened. The horrible, devastating truth. Now sleep was a far off land, one that couldn't be reached without replaying that fateful day in her head. Alex couldn't close her eyes without seeing the blinding flash of the explosion; hearing the rumble in the air as she watched her parents get blown to smithereens for the second time.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The clown was haunting her worse than ever; plaguing her dreams, always in the corner of her vision. And this time she knew the clown for what it really was. She could remember that pivotal moment of recognition. Seeing her fathers face slowly morph into the face of the clown.
Daddy, how could you?
Tears rolled steadily down her cheeks, dripping onto her lap. She recalled passed days gone by, sat on her bed with her father next to her, reading aloud form one of little Alex's favourite books; Alice in Wonderland. She remembered how near the beginning, Alice had cried so much that a river had formed from her tears.
"I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing. However, everything is queer today."
Her life seemed strangely similar to Alice's now. Alex in wonderland, she thought bitterly. This world was her wonderland and Layton was the white rabbit, though not nearly as smartly dressed. This world… It was such a convincing dream that she wasn't even sure that she was dreaming anymore. Sam had said that everything seemed so real, but she never imagined this.
Everything was so real, so vivid.
She could feel the soft, saggy cushions of her retro black and white sofa; feel the worn, constraining leather of her boots – tight around the calves, solid, dependable- smell the sickly stench of the amber liquid she cradled in her hands. She could feel the pang in her chest when she thought about her daughter.
"Molly" she rasped- her voice hoarse from crying- into the silence of her flat. "I'm so sorry"
The clown loomed over her, leaning towards her. A savage grin twisted his face out of proportion.
"We'll see you soon, Alex" He whispered gratingly.
"No. No you won't. Not yet. I'm not done fighting yet. I need to get back to my daughter."
"Give up, Alex. You can't win."
"I can!" She screamed, throwing her glass at where the clown stood. The glass hit the wall and shattered into a million tiny pieces; they glittered like tears in the light from the streetlamps easily visible outside her window.
"You'll see" she whispered, her defiance deflated. She collapsed forwards off the sofa and curled into a ball on the floor.
"You'll see"
Tears stained the carpet; forming a river. She couldn't swim anymore; there was nothing to keep her afloat. She sighed, caught up in the current. And the river swallowed her down.
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