Like mad hatters ,march hares and cheshire cats; everyone is mad.
And yet it was Alice who was the maddest of them all.
Although it was truly the darkness within her mind, the gushing of thoughts, the whirlpool and world which Alice created herself.
Not knowing that what she had started was slowly driving herself farther and farther into the darkness that is called "madness"
She soon unravelled the last strings of her mind and was hurled further. Into "Wonderland." But what is Wonderland you may ask, good sir or dear madam?
It is infact the darkness that dwells within our selves. the part of us that we simply cant controle.
For all people, you see, have their own form of Wonderland; whether it be your happy place when you are about to be punched in the face or that memory of a song that you only heard once. Wonderland exists within many things.
Alice's was different.
Alice's was that of horror, and evil. She had once been like you, simple, happy. but slowly ever so slowly her world came crumbling down. She tried to to stop it, in feible atempts that never worked
The first was to defeat the red queen, representing her anger and vanity.
She failed.
She watched as her friends were killed. One by one, unable to help, unable to look away.
In that way, she went to Wonderland to navigate the senseless and insane woods, not unlike the insanity of her life.
In this she tried to ignore the march hare, mad hatter, and the cheshire cat.
She ignored those who only tried to help her from hurting herself and others. She simply ignored them and walked on, determined to make sense of things that should have simply been left alone
Then, poor little Alice went into a comatose state, thus forcing her into The Looking Glass world, a place that mirrored her own world.
Though she did not care about her own deteriorating mind. or rather she did not notice it. she carried on in The Looking Glass world, unbeknowingst to what was to come later on.
There she moved along as a pawn, not unlike her real life, and walked along a thin wall, as fragile as an egg. This wall represented her sanity.
At any moment that wall could come crumbling down, and she would be lost