Hi there! So this is my first project, I'm kind of...super excited about it. This story has been brewing in my mind for about a week now. It needs to leave, so here we go!
To be clear, I don't own Alice's Adventures in Wonderland/Through the Looking-Glass or any of it's characters.
Chapter 1
"The weak minded will be our downfall. We must eliminate any possible threat, if we value the wellbeing of our future."
They said my problems are all in my mind; that it's simply the side effects of repressing some traumatic childhood memory. Remembering will lead to my cure. They say to start from the beginning when I get lost.
"My name is Alice Bennett. I am 19 years old. I started having hallucinations when I was 8. After going through so many different doctors (all equally boring and pompous), my parents thought it would be best for me to be here. They think I'm crazy...THEY ALL THINK I'M CRAZY AND A MONSTER! BUT I'M NOT, IT WASN'T ME! IT WAS THE QUEEN'S FAULT!"
I feel a sharp prick on the inside of my forearm as the world starts to fade away into nothingness.
When I awake, I'm back in my "room," which quite honestly is just a boring white room with a single bed. Well there goes my day's plan of talking to the furniture in the commons. I flop around onto my stomach, causing my lifeless hair to fall into my face. I really should wash it soon, it's beginning to resemble dried out brown straw, rather than curls. But bathing is "A privilege not a right, Alice" I mock. Who does that? Not allowing someone to bathe is just mean, and well gross. I suppose there isn't really a point anyway, none of the other patients care much about hygiene. I'm pretty sure Janie had an accident at group discussion yesterday. That is the last time I try to be social.
It wasn't always like this. I used to live in a pretty blue manor on Maine Street. It was my mother's main source of happiness and the envy of all. Each summer we would host grand garden galas, (try saying that 10 times fast) to show off her blue ribbon winning red roses. My mother, the epitome of all things motherly and beautiful, was widely known for growing the most spectacular and fragrant, red roses. My father, the famous and handsome Doctor Bennett, was highly respected by all for ground-breaking discoveries on the human brain. My elder sister, Marie, was you're stereotypical God-given, created by angels, perfect daughter. Her eyes were the color of the sky after a sun shower, an angelic face framed by ever perfect golden ringlets, which could make Shirley Temple green with envy, and a loving personality to match. We really are a picture perfect family. Or at least we were.
Yay! First chapter complete! Air 5's all around!