A/N- I was feeling demented during 6th period today in school, and thus, this happened. I'm not going to say just who Wonderland killed, I'm gonna leave it to your imaginations. Anyways, I plan to add more short stories to this little series, and that's all I know at the moment~
Warnings; Blood, insaneness, mentioned murder, ect
I grew up seeing things a little differently, appearing and disappearing. I saw both sides to every coin, every war, and every arguement. But yet, no matter how cheerful I was, no one noticed me, or at least when I was younger. People started noticing me when I grew older and became louder.
It hurt, knowing that when I was younger, nobody cared to see me, no one wanted to hear what I had to say. I had been left to my own devices, and sooner or later, I had Ozzy and the Wonderland Crew by my side, giving me someone to finally talk to.
No matter what though, I kept my grin intact and even to this day, I still smile my 'Chesire Grin'. My siblings have come to call it my 'mischief' grin. It's really funny, especially when I just snap.
A girl like me can only take some much before the chaos ensures a change in personality. They try to keep me away from fighting, but in all honesty, they can't stop me at my own game.
Oh, the game that I love to play when no one is around, a creepy little thought sneaking up to my mind. It's an internal battle, a losing battle at that. A simple game can be the one thing that destroys me in the end, isn't that right?
"If I ever leave my grin behind, remind me that it's okay, we're all mad here." I remember having told Chesiro that before, and he only laughed agreeing completely with me. He couldn't care if I was becoming less and less in tune with reality, for he and the others were already too far gone. The only sane one had to be Ozzy and the white queen. Blood, Gowland, Cheshiro, Dormy, Red queen, Peter White, Elliot, they were all too far gone.
If you can find it in your dreams, then you can find it at your dayjob, somewhere south of Hell. I remember hearing that so many times that I've come to believe it true. Just slipping me futher into the madness that has long since become my 'reality'.
I truly was mad, everything about me was mad. Me and Russia were on the same wavelength if you thought about it, both of us being so twisted. It amazes me, how I can stoop so low just to ease the pain coursing through my body. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever be back to the way I was before.
But now, I know that's not possible, especially not after what I did to big brother. His screams only made me more insane then I already was. But yet, he was only another soul caugh in the grasp of the dreary Wonderland, and now, I felt ashamed of myself.
I thought I had promised myself I wouldn't kill any family members. But I guess when he stepped into my boundaries during my crazy spell, I couldn't help myself. And even as all the others found me, covered in his blood and licking it off my fingers, I couldn't help but smirk.
But even then, I just felt terrible. Even as they arrested me, my feelings were conflicting. Was I glad or sad? I wasn't sure, but I was sure of one thing; 'I'm sorry big brother'.