Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it is I don't own Alice in wonder land (sad, I know), Lewis Carrol gets all credit for the original concept of Alice in Wonderland (lucky bastard).

Chapter 1:This hole you put me in/Wasn't deep enough/And I'm climbing out right now

"Worry, worry, worry, worry"

The heels of her white shoes clicked against the dirty linoleum floor. It was that distinctive hollow sound made by stilettos. The clicking mingled with her looped mutterings, making a quiet din that was became unpleasant and irritating with time.

I stayed slumped against the wall listening to her. I couldn't do any more. A numbness had my body in its vice. I couldn't even will my fingers to lift up from the puddle of red. I couldn't even take my eyes away from my hand. I was forced to watch the red congeal on my fingers because even looking away seemed to require too much effort.

Too much effort, and I was tired.

No, tired was to light a word for it.

Tired is the way a child feels when their mother kisses them goodnight and they are ready to nod off in their fluffy beds.

Fatigued, maybe. Fatigued.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh goodness gracious me, Diane's gone, Diane's gone! Diane's gone! We're all going to pay for this. We're all going to pay! We'll never see the end of it!"

The persistent clicking had ended, only to be replaced by her high pitched and frazzled shrieking.

I didn't have to look up to tell she'd stopped her pacing. I didn't have to look up to tell you anything about her.

I could have my eyes gouged out and I'd still be able to vividly describe her appearance and what she was doing.

She would have stopped in her tracks so she could take up twirling her long hair fretfully, or any other of her numerous nervous habits. I could tell you all about her snow white hair, and her pink eyes that were surrounded by curtains of white eyelashes. I could envision her little white waist coat, with its oversized pink buttons and the pink pleated skirt; her gnawed nails and the permanent stressed and worried look that seemed to be carved in to her face. I could even picture her little white wrist-watch, with the pink patterns that ran up and down the material strap.

I saw her a lot, if you couldn't tell. I'd become so accustomed to her image that she was a picture I could pick out from my mind at any time.

"Now, now, my dear, do hush please, do hush." Interrupted another familiar voice.

I heard a soft thud and raised my eyes just briefly and quickly enough to see a pair of clean and smart black dress shoes, as well as a fraction of the black pant legs that were an essential part of his three piece suit.

I hadn't needed to look up. I had known it was him since he spoke. His whole tone was too distinctive not to recognize. It was like a sort of purr. Yes, that was it; He didn't talk, he purred. His voice was like poison covered with honey. I had looked upwards regardless, because I wanted to believe it wasn't him. I wanted to think he'd left after I did what I did. .

"Hush?" She said in surprise as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever heard in her life. She backed up her statement with a hysterical laugh "I can not "hush"! Do you even realise what just happened here? Are you so ignorant!"

I heard her almost crying out in anguish at this point.

"Yes, I am perfectly aware of our actions my dear. Now, I would calm down if I were you! You're rather distressing to watch."

"Of course only you'd treat it all with such APATHY. You are the one that did it; you're the ringleader in this whole escapade."

"Flattery will get you nowhere my dear."

"This is no time to be cracking jokes! Look at what you did, just look at it!"

"Now, dear, we ARE jumping to conclusions here aren't we?"

"Jumping to conclusions? Oh, who are YOU trying to fool! We all know it was you!" She was almost screaming by this point in the conversation.

"If you do recall, which you obviously don't, my love" he spoke in a tone that was more hissing than anything, and he emphasized the word "love" with particular malice "I wasn't the one with the knife."

I could hear the smugness in his voice as he concluded.

The statement made me freeze. I wasn't just numb anymore, I was paralyzed.

A hush fell over the room as they seemed to suddenly register my presence. It may have only lasted a few moments in reality, but it seemed to creep along for hours.

I felt a pair of eyes boring in to my skull. I didn't have a chance to even think about it because the footsteps started again and this time they were creeping closer and closer to me.

Suddenly, his wide grin polluted my vision. I was sent reeling backwards to the floor out of shock, rather than any physical blows. With a delighted giggle, he stood looked down on me with as I lay sprawled and dazed on the floor. His lips curled upwards in to his trade mark frightening grin that was too big for his face and seemed to throw everything else out of proportion, making his golden eyes become wide and glittered with delight like a child who has just been shoved into the biggest toy shop in the world and told they can have anything they want.

"Hello Alice" he purred, his words seemed to just slide out of his mouth.

I watched him carefully as he paced a semi circle around me, before halting at my back and crouching down. He put one hand on my shoulder, the one nearest the wall.

"Now, Alice, dear, would you spare a moment to look over there for me?" He raised his free hand and pointed a long finger to the source of the red. I turned my head away to face into the wall with a fierce reluctance to pay any heed to him.

Close your eyes and he'll go away.

"Oh deary me, someone's being a bit brazen now aren't they?" when he said "Oh deary me" he said it in a tone that cruelly mimicked hers.

He's not real. He's a bad dream

The hand that had pointed the finger moved over to the back of my neck and the other snaked around my waist, making me shudder. In one swift movement, he wrenched me up off the ground and used his clasp around my hair to force my head down to look at the mess on the peeling and dirty linoleum.

Close your eyes. He'll go away.

He hissed maliciously "Look at what you've done Alice, you naughty boy!" and then he tutted before cackling wildly at the amusement his own theatrics brought him.

"Leave us alone!" She shrieked, and I could here the choked back sobbing in her voice.

"Leave us alone!"

He'll go away.

I shut my eyes tight against the world. My lids were shields from the horrors I didn't want to see. I felt his hand moving again, he seemed to be angling his body around for something. His arm dropped away from my waist.

Please let him go away.

I slowly drew my eye lids away, wincing at the sudden rush of light, and I looked. The only greeting to my bravery was red, lots of red and Diane. I didn't want to see Diane. I tried to shut my eyes again but his free hand moved over to my shoulders and then hovered close to my neck. I heard her screaming again, but it was more distant than before.

"Oh god, he's got a knife! Oh god, he's going to kill Alice!"

Please make him go away.

The cold blade of his knife licked my skin in a taunting manner, it wasn't cutting but it was there and I could feel it waiting to dig in and slice through the soft veins.

"You better open those pretty eyes of yours, honey." He hissed into my ear between insane giggles

"I want you to see what you have done"

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Quick and irritating Authors Note: Yes, this is my first fan fiction. I had to edit it multiple times because of the horrid amount of typos :P Thanks Balet for proof reading. Hoping who ever is reading this didn't totally hate it. R&R and I will smush a cookie through the computer screen for you. :)