Disclaimer: I own no properties, EAH is Mattel, and Alice is Spicy Horse(/EA?), this is a pure work of fiction.
Forget, that's what it's about. That's what it's always been about. Forget, that's what'll help. But people forget, if you forget your past, you don't have a future. Forget, that's what he told her. Thought it could help. It didn't. Tried to cover what he did, all that wrong. But she didn't forget. She couldn't. So what'd she do? Pushed him in front of a train, now that was a splatter.
Where to from there? No home to own. The orphanage shut down. Not a shilling to her name. To the Mangled Mermaid, back to her Nanny. Back to the only one who cared for her. The only one left. Wanted to work, said she worked hard. Nanny said if she worked for her, her father would rise from the grave and murder her. That didn't stop her, took a john, took a room, charged him a pound for the night, once she told him her name, he paid her two. But Nanny got wind, ripped him right off her, and tossed him out before he could pull his trousers. But a second too late. Nine months later, I came about.
Still she worked. Not with the johns, cared for the rooms, cared for the girls, but never the johns. Still she talked about her Wonderland, where else would she be? The world was cold, rotten and vile, her Wonderland was not. But as the days went by, harder it was to find, the cats were gone, and no rabbits came 'bout. Still she looked, and so she found. In bottles it hid, all but gin. All she wanted was one more time, to be in her Wonderland, with those she loved. Was that so wrong, was it so bad? She found her answer and her end too.
Now that just left me, what to do? A child in this world, with no mother or a story. Forced to grow, no Wonderland for me. My world is here, the one with beggars and thieves. Now they send me off, to find my story. But will I find it or will they write it for me?