Wonderland
Her blond hair stuck to her head with the dried blood that seeped form the wound in her forehead, the fantasy world she once knew and loved now a distant memory.
She sat at the long winding table covered with cups and saucers, teapots and cakes from a tea party that had long since passed.
Hosted by a man long since dead.
But she couldn't help coming back to this place.
It was the one place she felt safe, the one place where she could get away from it all.
Drugs, that's what the doctors blamed…that's all anyone blamed.
The drugs, the needles, the pills, they never thought to wonder that maybe it was their constant pestering, their accusations, that brought her to insanity.
As if she knew how the knife had come to her hand and found the necks of her family members, though she knew one thing; she knew their questions were not going to uncover some hidden mystery.
Maybe this was her punishment.
The destruction of the one place she felt safe.
She looked at the hare's mangled corpse displayed in a ritualistic fashion in the centre of the table.
Why did it have to come to this?
Here of all places?
And why, did she feel so satisfied, with the knowledge that she was to die here.
The fire surrounded her, smoke blocked out the once beautiful sky of Wonderland.
The metal boots of the red knights could be heard approaching the table.
She took a sip from a chipped white tea cup and placed it back down on its saucer.
It was cold…
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" she mumbled to herself, trying to recapture an image from her forgotten past, when she was truly happy, when this place could be called 'Wonderland'.
She heard the metal stomp on the barren ground behind her.
She let out a sigh of relief.
It was over.
And it was on her terms.
The hand in red armour rested on her shoulder as if forced her onto the table, she looked up to see the executioner, he had a strong build, you'd have to be to carry that giant heart shaped axe.
Several soldiers gathered around the executioner to prevent her escape.
Like she'd want to escape this approaching paradise.
To her surprise she saw amongst the crowd the pale, frail figure of the Queen of Hearts herself.
Her blood red hair ran down her back, her crown resting lazily upon the top of her head.
"Off with her head!" she said with a grin, stretching her lips in an unnatural fashion, something they had not done in a long time, resulting in parts of the lip ripping open.
The blond haired girl returned her attention to the muscle bond executioner as he moved the once beautiful blond hair from her slender, pale neck.
He raised the axe high into the smoke filled sky.
The girl smiled, a tear trickled down her face. It will all be over soon enough, and then, the axe came crashing down…everything went black…she had suffered enough…she was free…
The End