Author's Note: Honestly, I had so much fun delving into Emily's history with my other story (Don't Fall Asleep), I decided to create a story for her. (Ironically, Emily is asleep for the entirety of this story) She gets so screwed over in the books/movies, I felt like she deserved something better… at least I can do something in the fanfiction realm?
I mean, she gets stalked, mutilated by some guy, practically forced to date him (Stockholm syndrome much?), plays 'mom' for 20+ shapeshifters… and on top of that, she has to watch her niece be forced into the same life as her.
Summary: What if, when Sam attacked Emily, she didn't wake up? The force of the blow to her head was extensive enough that when she went to the hospital, she never left. Stuck in a world of imagination and wonder, she finds an escape from the world she was forced to live in. A light hearted romance, adventure, and wonder.
Emily in Wonderland
Day 1
"Welcome, young Emily," A soothing voice beckoned from behind a giant flower. Smoke was flowing from the strange blossom, the velvet petals reaching towards the sky and green stem swirling like a spring beneath it. The blossom was about 7 feet tall, while the springy stem made it appear 14 feet tall.
The smell of flowers overwhelmed her.
"Who said that?" The woman asked from her bed of leaves, confused by the sweet and serene surrounding, but not alarmed by it. "Where am I?" She asked, sitting up and looking around her. Slowly fireflies began emerging from the darkness, and above her a full moon shone and lit everything into a glowing spectacle.
"You are asleep," The mysterious person explained and emerged from the smoking plant. He, or she, was wearing a striped ring master outfit. Their face was long and slender, the same with their limbs and appendages. "You, quite simply, are in a realm of your creation."
"Asleep? So this is a dream?" She asked, crossing her legs and staring at the person. "Are you a guy or a girl?"
As the ringmaster approached, they took off their hat and bowed to her.
"I am whichever you want me to be." She replied. "I'm at your service, Miss Young." She stood and straightened her posture, fixing her hat back on her head. The sky above them began to brighten and turn to day.
"Are my dreams usually like this?" She asked, and suddenly a growling sound was heard from behind her.
The brunette jumped to her feet and turned to face the sounds rumbling from the tall grass. Blades of green swayed with the breeze, and a dark shadow began encompassing the field of green.
"Pay no mind to that~" The ring master sang as she danced to the frightened woman and stood between her and the increasingly ominous meadow. "This is a world of your creation. All you need to do change it-" She explained, and snapped her fingers. "and it'll be better."
Suddenly their surroundings changed and they were inside Emily's house. Emily was sitting on the couch she had as a child, but they got rid of when she was ten, and the ring master was sitting in her grandmother's rocking chair. The smell of brownies met her nostrils, and she couldn't help but smile and sink back into the cushions.
"This is my house when I was little. It's been years since it was this way."
"It makes you feel safe and secure."
"Yes, it does."
"And look, your grandmother is bringing you brownies." The Ringmaster commented with a gentle smile, and thanked the old woman that offered the delicious snack to her. Emily opened her eyes and sat up excitedly.
"Grandmama!" she said happily, and stood and hugged her.
"Oh, deary, be careful! I almost spilled your treat and milk!" She said, and Emily created enough distance so that she could get a good look at her face.
"It's been a long time, Grandmama."
"I know, deary." She stated, and gently pushed the girl back to her seat and handed her the milk and brownies. "You are going to be here for quite awhile, Em-Em."
"What do you mean?" She asked, and then took a bite out of her chewy dessert.
"You were hurt very badly, little one. If you wake up too soon, you will only experience pain. The person that hurt you is sitting next to you, as we speak. So long as you're asleep, he can't hurt you again." The old woman, wrinkled and gray, explained. The growling returned, and caused the young girl to stiffen.
"What is that?"
"Tsk, Granny. I brought her here to get away from that, not be reminded of it." The Ringmaster stated, and snapped her fingers again.
2.
"I'm so sorry," A large man whimpered over there body of Emily Young.
Nearby, a short woman fiddled with the medical equipment. She stayed quiet, passive, emotionless as she did her work. Adorned in a simple nurse's gown, she fixed the room up to the doctor's specifications.
When she finished, her green eyes lingered on the large man.
He was tall. Hair was long, tangled, and draped across his shoulder and flowed in front of his face. His facial features were distorted by the dark shadows, and encompassed his sunken eyes.
"Please forgive me." He sobbed.
The nurse walked out of the room.