"Right guys," Alice began. "I'm away home now. Do you think you can manage without me?" She asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah. Now go girl." Murry yelled from behind the counter.
Alice worked the graveyard shift at a small, dinky cafe called "Bistro". It wasn't as upper class as the name made it sound. It was old and run down.
There were a few customers that came in, but that was the old regulars mainly. Every now and then a stray tourist may stumble in to use the telephone,
maybe even sometimes sit down and have a coffee, but that was very rare. Alice didn't get much money out of this job, so on the side she worked as a call girl. She'd changed over the past few years. No longer was she that innocent seven year old that Wonderland had once adored, well they never really liked her in the first place, after all they did chuck her out. Alice didn't remember Wonderland though, she erased it from her memory,
not wanting to remember the people who broke her heart like a shattered looking glass. Alice's life was down hill from there. First her sister died, then her mother, who died of heart break from her daughters death, then finally her farther, who died of heart break also. Alice was to be the only strong one, or so it seemed. She felt like she was slowly dying inside, crying herself to sleep ever since she was eight. She was now twenty-one.
Alice arrived home at six in the morning after attending to a client. She didn't like working as a call girl, but she needed to do it, to make ends meet of course. You could say she enjoyed the sex, but she would have much rather done it with someone she loved, not some ugly old man who paid her for her services. Alice felt dirty, and disgusted with herself every night she came in after being with a client. She pulled out her keys to her flat, and fumbled about in the dark trying to find the right key, and the right lock. Finally, she unlocked the door. Alice clicked on the light. She looked around her flat, "Well, this is as good as it's going to get." She said to herself. Alice closed the door behind her, and began to strip down walking to the bathroom. She turned on the shower. Alice now unclasped her bra, and rolled down her black lace underwear to her ankles and kicked them off. She scrubbed at her skin, removing any evidence of the night. Alice squeezed watermelon shampoo into her hand, and began to lather it in her hair. Making sure that every tiny bit of dirt and grease was removed. Rinsing her hair she thought she heard a faint whisper, "Alice"
Alice thought she was hearing things again, it was just because she was tired she assumed. Turning off the shower, she heard the whisper again. Alice shook her head. She didn't bother with a towel, it's not as if anyone lives with her. Alice went to her underwear and bra draw and selected a matching pair of blue lace underwear and bra set. As she put the last hook through the eye of her bra a cold hand rested on her shoulder. Luckily, there was pepper spray in her purse, which happened to be lying on her bed. The pepper spray was in case a client got a tad rude and tried to go too far. Luckily it never got to that. Alice whipped out her pepper spray, turned around, and sprayed it into the eyes of her opponent.
"ALICE! STOP!!" The odd man, with white rabbit ears, yelled. "IT'S ME"
Alice stopped and cocked her head. "I honestly don't know who you are. You better leave before I call the cops pervert"
"Now we're really going to be late because this little hic-cup." The man began to rub his eyes with a white handkerchief. "And wait, do you really not know who I am, Alice"
She walked over to her bed, and put her pepper spray back into her bag. Alice wasn't too sure if it was safe to do so, but she figured that this guy must know who she is. Alice took a look at the man. He was very handsome she though. He had platinum white hair, slightly lopping over one eye,
pink eyes, the colour of cherry blossoms. His skin was as white as snow, and his lips, she couldn't take her eyes off his lips. They looked so perfect,
so kissable. The odd thing about this man was the white rabbit years. Were they real? She questioned. Better not ask, don't want to be rude Alice decided.
"Funny, this face should be so recognisable to me, yet I cannot place it." Alice accidentally though aloud.
The rabbit eared mans face dropped in dissapointment. "It's me Alice, the White Rabbit"
Something snapped within Alice, it was as if a swarm of memories came all flooding back at once.
Alice blacked out.