White walls. White floors. White bed. White sheets. White jacket. White light. White curtains.

White, white, white. It was everywhere and her mind simply couldn't take it anymore! People wondered why the insane that were thrown in the asylum never got better. It was all the white! If you stared to long things would appear, and if things appeared to you then you were insane. If you were insane then you had to stay in the white room. Over and Over again the cycle continued until you died.

She wouldn't stand for it. She'd be damned if she stayed in this room any longer. Under her breath she vowed to be out of the room by midnight.

She threw herself against the door screaming for them to let her out, but it did her no good. She yelled until her throat was raw, and she flung herself against the door until her body could take no more of the violent collisions.

Her knees gave out from beneath her, and the girl's frail form dropped to the floor. She looked around the room with her dull blue eyes that danced with madness. If she stared at the walls long enough she could see a faded pattern on them. Roses in full bloom, white like everything else in the damned room.

"Painting the roses red. We're painting the roses red...." The melody played in her head softly. In her mind she saw small men in the shape of playing cards painting each of the white roses a deep...blood..red...The Queen Of Hearts entering her minds eye screaming 'Off with their heads!!' and the small white rabbit repeating it as he hopped along oblivious to the fact that a blade was thrust into his skull.

"Musn't loose my head now..." The girl said softly as she pushed herself up. "No, that would be dreadful...Dear roses...We'll just have to paint you all red so as to make the queen happy."

A sinister smile crossed the girls pale lips, and as she began to violently attack the window she would sing 'Painting the roses red' to herself. A nurse ran into the room, a syringe in her hand, but the girl had expected this and within moments the nurse was out cold.

The thin patient shattered the syringe and picked up the largest shard of glass. She dragged the jagged edge along her fair white skin and watched as blood...no...Paint slid down her arms. Like a child she flung her arms and hands up and began to paint the roses red. For she would not loose her head.

11:55

The docter took one last look at his patient, and then zipped up the body bag with a sigh. He stood and gazed around the room. This had once been a beautiful room. The rug had been a soft pink color, and the walls all white with stencled roses. There had been toys and stuffed animals, and a small red desk where his young patient had drawn pictures inspired by the Alice in Wonderland books. They were happy pictures with tea parties and bunnies...Then the tea party table was abandoned...The rabbit had a blade protruding from the back of its head.

The child had gone insane, convinced that she was to murder them all. She had to kill them because they had stolen all the tarts and left none for her.

So the walls were painted white, the toys and desk removed, and a plain white carpet replacing the pink.

12:00

The room was empty and the girl was far from the asylum.

And every one of the stenciled roses had returned, full and blooming, dripping with paint so as to please the Queen.

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Very short story I wrote after reading Alice in Wonderland.

Reviews are appreciated.