Finding Sanity
My story begins on April 1, 1889. I'm only 11 years old at this time and I'm in a mental institution. It began when my mother Joyce and my Father Harold first met.
They were in love and soon enough they got married. They had two beautiful girls named Isabella and Alison (Alice for short). I'm Alison Lizzie Little.
Where does my story start you ask? Well we moved into a big house with just enough room for the four of us. I love my mom and papa very much but I never thought I'd get taken away…
One night there was a fire and it trapped my parents in their room. My sister Isabella was trapped in her bed, she didn't notice the fire. I tried to save my parents but they made me call 911 so by the time I was outside they were gone…
I didn't get to say good-bye…I was put into Hampshire Asylum where I was forced to face my memories all over again.
One night I woke up in a strange place with beautiful flowers and domino pieces floating in the sky. I'm greeted by a cat with a hellish grin and golden eyes.
"Welcome Alice" It said. "This looks familiar" I say. "You should know why" It says again. "And who might you be?" I ask. "Why I'm your Cheshire Cat my dear" Cheshire answers. "This is Wonderland" I reply. "You came back again" Cheshire replies. "I did" I say.