One cheshxalice drabble that is just a prelude of maaaany more to come. Kindly typed up for me by a wonderful real life and friend called Rainbowcupcake ;) check out her stuff, it's really good
-BTW- DRABBLES LIKE THIS ONE CONTAIN SLIGHT SPOILERS OF ALICE MADNESS RETURNS, ONLY READ IF YOU DON'T MIND-
Alice stared around the familiar room, weak sunlight filtering through ratty curtains. This place was in need of a good cleaning...but then again, so did the rest of London. Her thoughts wandered at her eyes travelled over the books scattered on her bed cover. The yellowed pages reminded her of the many times she had turned those page, how many times she had dog-eared her favorite parts. Her favorite parts were usually the happy endings.
But the paper on her walls was what caught her eyes. The doodles and sketches she'd made were roughly drawn, and some of them were from her nightmares. The March Hare and the Hatter's faces greeted her, as well as some of her foes. Yes, she had many of those. What they all shared in common was that they originated from her memories in Wonderland. Scowling, she clenched her fists. Memories her dear doctor was trying to make her forget. Of course there were...certain things she wanted to rid her scrapped mind of.
Alice studied the products of her memories, or "hallucinations" that people with lesser minds liked to call them. She couldn't help but notice that something was missing.
Not a fragment of a dream, but of a memory that Alice did /not/ wish to ever forget . As her eyes focused on the floor and the raggedy carpet covering it, she spotted a sketch she had not seen before. It was torn into several pieces, a draft causing it to flutter playfully. It was as if it had been purposefully trying to get the dark-haired woman to notice it's fragile existence.
Slowly, she sank to her knees and reached out her hands to put it back together. Was this what had been missing?
Her bony fingers took the fragments and gradually pieced them back together. A grin met her gaze, looking far too human to be an expression belonging to a cat.
Chesh was indeed a cat, but never a normal one. But as she smiled at the precious nostalgia, a thought wormed it's way to the top of her mind.
If Chesh was her most precious memory, if his smile was what she had been missing...then why did the torn paper make it seem like...something that wanted to be forgotten?