LOVE IS WEAKNESS

by cowgrl12

The hatter is a very mysterious, and you wonder, where does he come from? This shows you his backstory, where he came from, and basically how he became the mad hatter, and how he got to wonderland. This is a romantic, yet sad story. Enjoy!

1. Chapter 1

TEA FOR TWO

Chapter 1:

"Hatter, how did you end up in this curious world anyways?" Asked Alice as we made our way through the dark foggy woods. I smiled at her remembering my painful backstory. All these years trying to forget about it. It's funny that she was the one to bring it up and not Cheshire or Mally. Maybe even the white queen, but Alice? She sighed and said, "Never mind. Forget I asked." I walked on, thankful, but then I came to a stop, realizing that I needed to tell someone, and that even if I wanted to I couldn't forget.

"I will tell you. But this story is not a pleasant one," I fake-smiled at Alice. She nodded quickly and we sat down on a log. Then I began to tell my story. "It all began in your world, when I was about 15 years old..."

I was living in Paris, France at the time. I had one brother and one sister. I was the youngest, and of course, my siblings tortured me. They would get me in trouble, prank me, and leave me out of everything. We only had our mother because our father died at a young age. I loved my mother will all my heart, as she loved me. But as much as I loved my mother, my uncle was always first. He was kind, and caring, and he was the closest thing I had to a father. We were pretty wealthy, and I had an overall good life. I was satisfied, even though I had gone through some rough patches. You can't avoid those though, so might as well just move on.

On my 15th birthday, he took me to do what I always wanted to do. He took me to the Paris Opera House. Weird thing to want, but I did. It was a warm breezy evening, and my uncle and I had just arrived. We rushed across the street, and into the huge sat down in our seats, and right next to me sat the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. With long flowing golden hair, and her eyes were like sapphires that sparkled. She smiled, and introduced herself. "Hi, my name is Sierra!" she squealed happily. She was excited too. Then the lights dimmed, the crowd became silent, and the show began.

After the show, I asked Sierra if she wanted me to walk her home. She said yes instantly, and so my uncle left, and we started walking. I found out that she was sweet, kind hearted, had a good sense of humor, and was an animal lover. Then our conversation took an interesting turn, and we began to talk about food. I found out that we both loved tea and scones, and that she baked. She loved to bake, and sing. She loved those things so dearly, that couldn't decide which she wanted to do more. She had one younger sister, and lived with both her mother and father. She lived on a farm. Then we arrived at her house, and planned to meet at a cafe in town the next day for tea and scones. It was going to be a long night of waiting, and excitement. This was my first date.