I do not own the story Alice, or the characters that reside in the world of Wonderland even through it would have been a terrific feeling to have created such a masterpiece. But this story takes place when Alice is 17 years of age, and never had recovered from the strange and illusive world, Wonderland.
"Alice can not have any visitors at the moment Mr. Walter she is not feeling well at the moment, but when she regains her strength I will certainly contact you at once," Alice's sister said as she curled the telephones curly wire between her fingers and yawned.
She was drained with her energy tending to Alice, well tending to a stranger for it wasn't the innocent Alice that she had know her whole life, she was…lost. Alice's mind had been lost ever since her mind had slipped into that world of chaos and distortion.
But deep inside of Alice somehow she was still there desperate to swim past the pandemonium sea's of her own insanity and break the surface towards reality. Yes that one inch of Alice was still there but she could feel her own body drowning in this figurative sea, her lungs burned with the yearning of calmness and tranquility.
Alice's sister sat on the bed across from Alice with anguish in her eyes; she never dreamed of seeing Alice like this and it tore right through her heart to see her so vulnerable . But Alice sat with her appearance disarray; her blonde hair that was so beautiful in the past was now intertwined in each other making disordered dreadlocks. Her face had lost all of its color but red blotches on the shadows of her face.
Her clothes were soiled atop of her skin and dirt was under the broken and chipped nails, she held her hands clasped together as she stared at her sister and held a small smile.
"Alice darling I love you," Alice's sister said as she held up her hand shaping them into a small heart on her chest.
But Alice said nothing as her face remained the same with that small smile, when she had lost her mind her voice came also; the voice of reason. But as she stared into her sisters eyes her eyes glistened and tears began to fall.
"You are going to be fine in the future; you just see Alice," Alice's sister grasped her hand as she squeezed her fingers tightly, and Alice squeezed her sisters hand back as she hugged her teddy bear; Cleo.
But as she looked at the wall next to the restroom she saw that big wide smile of the Cheshire cat bore into Alice, and she screamed as she held the bear close to her.
Cleo the knight that would fight off her dragons and keep her safe, from everyone, everything, even herself; because days come and go even people but Cleo would always be there, her guardian forever. He had black fur that was soft and had been comfort for Alice on her lonely nights that seemed so long at times.
But Alice dared to raise her eyes once again and the purple Cheshire cat stood two feet away from the bed his smile widening even wider, and she griped the teddy tighter as her knuckles turned white.
"Cleo, make him stop," Alice screamed as tears of fear ran down her face. Her sister didn't even bother to look at the wall, for she knew that there wouldn't be anything there, and she wrapped her arms around Alice, and hugged him severely.
The cat came closer as he put his paws on the rod iron footboard, and Alice trembled in her sister's arms.
"Sanity is an illusion Alice, for with illusions comes sanity, and sanity comes illusions. For which is which and what is what," he spoke his spinning voice twisting the webs of the words together.
"I'm not afraid of you," whispered Alice, as her voice trembled.
"There is nothing to fear only yourself, and that is the illusion…" the cat smiled once again as his body disappeared leaving his broad smile.