That day was supposed to be the beginning of us. Together at last, Gill Hamilton and Angela Whiles. The day was sunny, and in town square. He held my hands to his chest, so I could hear the beating of his beautiful heart. He looked at me with his blue sapphire eyes and I looked at him with pure adoration and love. And then those simple words made my breath hitch, my heart beat faster, and my pure longing turn into a beautiful happy and merciless need and have.

"Angela, I love you. Marry me."

I said my yes, we exchanged kisses and hugs. He held me close as we sat there on the bench in the square, and watched the grass grow and sun pass by us like time would never end. But for me, my time was running short, and a lot shorter indeed. For my insufferable and idiotic persona was about to take a new toll on me, a lot more then I would have wished.

For I, would most likely die.

I wouldn't be able to tell if I would actually 'die'. In fact, I don't even know if I will 'die', because at this moment, I am telling you while I am... well, I will not tell you where I am at this very moment because it would ruin everything, wouldn't it? A spoiler is on my top pet peeves, you know.

But I do not, and most possibly will not, know if I will die or live. I was always smart and cunning, but with a sunny personality. I find it helps when getting out of certain predicaments, such as being chased by an axe murderer down Wonderland's path as you are trying to find a way home. But sometimes, you can not be cunning and clever enough at these moments.

In other words; panic and fear.

And maybe I should have left it at that.

Maybe, I shouldn't have ran.

Maybe, I should have stopped talking.

Maybe I should have put all my fears and hopes aside and just dealt with it.

Maybe, just maybe, I should have not married Gill.

Maybe I should just stop living and let wonderland carry me off.

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"You called me here Chase?" I asked. His figure looked disgruntled and off, as he stood by the tree that had been standing proudly overlooking Renee's farm. Such a sweet girl. This would never of happened to her.

"Yes" He merely stated. I had known this for a fact, I just said it to be nice. I looked him in the eye, and from the look of himself, he had something to say.
"Before you get engaged to Gill, I want to tell you something." He said as he shifted from left to right. He looked so worried and attending to something else, like I wasn't in his train of thought.

"Angela... I kind of wanted to give you this." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out that cursed thing.

I call it cursed because it is the start of my troubles, the beginning of my unhappiness, and yet it is such a beautiful reminder of my everlasting love. Everlasting love alright, because it depends on how long you live. It was that very thing that spun me into the world of Wonderland.

The blue feather.

He handed it to her with a half smile, like he was expecting me to jump into his arms and declare my love for him in a moment. Like I would just drop Gill like dead weight and jump into his arms and we would get married that week. It could never be that easy though, could it?

I would admire his pushing for the girl even when she was getting married, if it weren't happening to me. If it were never happening to me, only another. How selfish and stupid I was, and most likely still am.
I inhaled deeply trying hopelessly to clear my overactive mind, with no prevail. I loved Gill, he was my true soul, but what was this new and better feeling in my body? Was I happy to be proposed by my best friend? Did I love him instead? I hung my head low as the shadow of the tree grew slightly larger from the corner of my eye. Chase looked at me with a pleading look. Begging. Asking.

"I need to clear my head" was the only words I could manage to utter through my choked up throat. I was getting married in a month, and he was giving me that blessing and curse? What's more, I think I love him instead?

I turned to walk away and make my way down the small hill, almost tripping over my feet. I could stumble and fall and reach the bottom and hurt myself, so I forced myself to be slower. At the end of the hill I reached up to my forehead and touched it with my back hand.

Am I... heating up?Am I getting sick?

I walked down through the grass next to the stone road, which seemed pointless now. I was walking when I heard Chase's voice behind me and the black and white dog I had befriended rushed up to me in the corner of my eye.

And just like that I fell, and never touched the bottom.

I will forever wonder what would have happened if I had just took one step to the left and traveled the road way.

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Children have you seen the boogieman before? No I'm sure you haven't for your much to good I'm sure...

The right side of my body was in pain from a long fall. I slowly sat up, listening to the music play repeatedly. It hurt, and I put a hand on my waist to try to put pressure there. It eased only slightly, and my face screwed up in pain.

I looked up at the white light, glittering from the hole which I had fallen into. I found this absurd for a moment before coming to my senses, Someone must of covered it up, and I had the misfortune of finding it. Better me then a child, I suppose. I waited for a moment looking up, waiting for someone to look down and try to call for help. I blinked a few times, and the real fear set in. No one was going to help me.

Don't you be afraid of him if he should visit you, He's a great big coward so I'll tell you what to do,

I worried for myself at that moment. I feared of looking down and seeing my prison as a dirty cell. But the one thing that I never noticed was the music. Not once had I even thought of where it could come from or why it was there. All I cared about was myself, Angela, selfish Angela. Sad Angela. Scared Angela.

My knees felt shaky and fingertips felt cold. I clutched my hands into fists to warm them up better, but only did so in vain.

Hush, hush, hush, here comes the boogieman.

I forced my eyes to look downwards at the thing that held my doom, and stopped dead.

A girl, with blonde hair and a blue dress with a white small apron, was in the corner. She looked peaceful, as if she were sleeping. But there was something odd about her, something I couldn't place my finger on. There were no sign of breathing, and wouldn't she of heard me fall and woken up?

I looked down at myself, and another thing I noticed had truly convinced me that there was something deadly wrong with this picture.

I wasn't wearing my clothes anymore.

Instead, an exact replica of the girls in the corner fit snuggling my body's curves. It was a different color, though, a white dress with a black apron. There were red dots splattered on the bottom white part, and I began to worry. Was that... blood?

Don't get to close to him, he'll catch you if he can!

I took timid steps towards the girl in the corner, and my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I closed my eyes, and trying my best not to look at the girl, I nudged her with my foot. The sound of something hitting something rang in her ears and I stopped short. That is when I knew, this girl was dead.

I forced my eyes open.

A few of the girls bones were moved and strewn from the nudge, and there was no trace of skin. There was, though, a white headband with beautiful blonde hair on her head. Almost immediately, I thought of the story "Alice In Wonderland", which was one of my favorite fables when I was younger. The pretty girl Alice was strewn into Wonderland, and there she met new friends. One of my favorites, along with Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White.

I stared at the skeleton with soulless eyes. Hers were black and hollowed out, it looked as if she were picked clean.

Just pretend that your a crocodile, and then you will find that boogieman will run away a mile.

I examined the body, and in her pocket, there lied a paper. It was sideways, and peeking out, as if she put it in her pocket and moved around a lot. I picked it out quickly, trying to avoid the body as much as possible.

Say "Shoo Shoo" and stick him with a pin, Boogieman will very nearly jump out of his skin.

The only thing printed on it:

Say "Buzz Buzz" like a wasp that stings,

"Kill The Rabbit"

Boogieman will think you are an elephant with wings...

**So, tell me about it! With star The Bloody Mad Hatter**

So this is my first, basically serious fanfiction. It's not going to be a happy one, I should add. Thank you for everyone who has stood by me through everything, I really need to thank you. Possibly posting up some Angela x Vaughn now and then, thank you for the inspiration!

So you like? You hate? Merci!

**The Bloody Mad Hatter**