Sorry, am still working on my other story (and know where that one is heading), but this is all that my inspiration is up for making and writing about at the moment. Please don't hate me. Hope you like this.
Prologue – Mad
"…you can't take LESS," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take MORE than nothing."
– Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
The life of the child. The life of the child. The life of the child… 'he will not go wild again.' She held the bundle of squirming blankets to her breast 'not with her…' she closed her hazel eyes, tears seeped through her shut eyelids down her nose and on to the soft newly born face 'not with a piece of me here…' she took a deep breath in through her nose nuzzling at the scent of the honey coloured down on the newborn's head '…piece of us…' with a light sigh she pressed a whisper against the warm skin, committing all she could to memory "you'll keep each other…" she could hear the rustle of bushes and the sound of a voice that felt like home approaching the patch of brush that she had hidden in, she shuddered, barely resisting the urge to call out in relief, she finished her goodbye with an almost inaudible sob "… my sweet Grace…"
"Delilah!"
"… and my mad, mad love..."
He remembered it all. Feeling the light in him die, finding the new reason for his existence wrapped up in the bushes, pretending his life was fine and then finally having it all totally ripped away again. His pain renewed each day.
For the past 28 years his life had been hell, even more agonizing than the years before… for the past 28 years nothing had changed, there had been no hope, life was stuck, time was a terrible trap… until the clock ticked.
Please let me know what you think!