The Rutledge Asylum was unusually quiet, aside from the occasional shrieks from patients, the stone building was hushed. A psychiatrist, known only as Nurse 'D', walked into one of the many cell-like rooms.
"Good Mornin', Alice, dear." She said with false cheerfulness. The young patient didn't move from her cot, she only stared at the blank grey wall. "Did you 'ave an okay night?" The nurse asked while taking out a clipboard that had seemingly thousands of pages on it.
Alice shook her head slightly, though her eyes never moved from their stare. "Bad things appenin' in Wonderland again?" 'D' asked, truly curious. Alice gave a nod, this time glancing at the older woman.
"Want to talk about them?" 'D' wondered aloud already knowing what the girl's answer would be. Alice shook her head. "Well, dear, if you ever want to, I'll listen." 'D' said, giving a sympathetic look.
Nurse 'D' dug through her mess of papers, then handed the girl an envelope. "This came for you, darlin'."
Alice didn't move.
"I'll be back to check up on you in an hour." 'D' said with a small grin, and left.
After the nurse was gone, Alice reached for the letter. It read: To Miss Alice Mariana Liddell, Oxford London, Room 94 Wing 3 in Rutledge Asylum.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Liddell,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary equipment. Term begins on September 1st. Due to your unique living arrangements, we will be sending a Professor to retrieve you in exactly twelve hours after your letter is opened.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Alice couldn't stifle her laugh. "Another hallucination. How perfect, maybe that shock therapy did more harm than good." She said aloud, she put the strange letter underneath her pillow and went back to staring at the boring blank wall.
"Shock therapy doesn't do anyone any good." A voice purred into her ear.
Alice snapped around, and found the familiar floating Cheshire Cat with one of his famous grins. "Don't speak with me, Cat, unless you apologize." She huffed, crossing her arms. He gave her a feigned hurt look, "What ever are you talking about?" He asked sarcastically.
"You know very well, leaving me alone to face that Jaberwock, only speaking in riddles when I could have been killed." She said, referring to the previous night. "It is not my fault, it's your mind, fix your own problems." He said floating in front of her.
"Then I'm not going to speak with you." She turned away from him and lied down onto her cot. Cheshire sighed, "I humbly apologize oh great and powerful Alice." He sneered. She gave him a small smile.
"Think the letter is real?" Alice asked glancing at her pillow. "As real as you and me." He answered with a grin. "You aren't any help, Chess." Alice collapsed onto her bed, and put her hands over her eyes.
Suddenly the world around her began to deteriorate. She removed her hands and found that the ground was shattering beneath her. A feeling of weightlessness took over, but was quickly replaced by the feeling of falling. Down. Down. Down. She didn't scream like she did the first time, though, this had become quite usual for her.
Alice was then surrounded in a bright white light, and her bland dress changed into her trademark blue one. She slowly floated down to a very familiar place, the Vale of Tears. She slumped down against a rock, it was going to be a long day in Wonderland.
A/N: This is just a plot bunny that I got, lol, so if you guys want me to continue please show your love! Review! Follow! Favorite! Thanks soooo much!
Quote of the Day: "You may have noticed I'm not all here myself." - Cheshire Cat