This is my first Fan fiction on this website so thanks a bunch for reading :)
- Sherbie
Alice's P.O.V
Gently I rocked myself back and forth on the padded floor, my long, dark chestnut hair sticking to my sweaty skin. I slowly started to sing my lullaby, the one my mother used to sing to Elizabeth and I before bed time. Before Elizabeth died, before they all died. Because of me, tears threatened to pour out of their prisons which were my eyes. I sucked in an aching breath, trying my best to push away the memories. I continued to sing to myself, wanting so badly to cradle my conscious back to my Wonderland. Away from the havoc and craze of this asylum, this prison. I didn't belong here, who were they to call me a psycho? In their stupid white coats, carrying around their sanity, pointing fingers at us, us. The ones who have been through hell. Calling us crazy, I uncrossed my legs and tried to stand up. The straight jacked holding my arms together uncomfortably, I groaned and tried to shake out, if one of those white coats were in here and I didn't have this damned thing on I would kill them. Frustrated I fell over onto my side, landing softly on the cushioned floor. "Please just take me back..." I pleaded to the Wonderland buried deep in my mind, "Please.." I whispered to myself, I felt tempted to cry. I wanted to curl up and have my mommy hold me tight, but mommy wasn't here anymore. No one was here, it was just me.
I wanted to close my eyes, I missed my wonderland. I missed the one place where I could be me, loose the agony of reality and live where everything was simply perfection. But those goddamn white coats stole that pleasure from me, the only thing that gave me joy in this damned life and hey stole it away. Leaving me alone with the tormenting guilt of that night. They would inject me everyday, torcher me every day. Telling me that my Wonderland wasn't real. But what they didn't know was that, once I got out of here. What they perceive to be reality will no longer be real for them.