Hey, hey hey! So I've tried publishing this story here before, but I kept on editing it and I had school and what not so I put it down to give a total make over. And vwalah! It's longer, has a much less mainstream title for an Alice in Wonderland fanfiction and has a whole new beginning! I'm still brainstorming what's gonna happen after about Chapter 3... so bear with me! Hope u enjoy~
'Ah Alice,' they would sigh, shaking their heads as a smile crawled to their lips, 'She is an amazing woman y'know, Daphne.'
Everyone always stressed to me how fascinating she was when the character came to conversation, and I would simply reply with an agreement and faux pride. People talked of her so tenderly, yet I never knew her, I never met her, and now she was in the earth, brought back to where we all begin. Not a great way to start this tale huh?
I still remember the grief in my mother's face that fateful day.
It was late at night, I had my arms crossed over my knit cardigan to obstruct the cold breeze as I walked from the car park to the Emergency ward's entrance, ambulances outside. My auburn hair fell to my shoulders as I entered through the glass automatic doors, my bouquet of daisies in hand. Walking over to the reception I noticed a few sad faces sitting in the seats behind me, each of their heads hanging down into shadow, hopefully I didn't know any of them. The room was stifled and was a sad place, and it affected me. In a nervous and quiet tone I asked the old receptionist behind the desk,
'I-I'm here to see Alice Kingsleigh, I'm her great-granddaughter.'
She nodded, smiling, and with a few taps on the keyboard to verify my statement she stood up to show me to her.
I was the fourth to arrive; my family was already there with my mother's sister, I walked over solemnly to her part of the large room, each patient's bed divided by heavy curtains. I stood quietly beside my mum and glanced over at her gingerly, anticipating a pained face. Her eyes were red and watery, colour was rising to her nose quickly, I gulped, looking away quickly so it would usher tears into my eyes. She was always close to her grandmother liker her sister as a child so it must have been heartbreaking for her and my auntie to see Alice in such a state. Humble bouquets of carnations and tulips sat on a small table beside Alice, a few other relatives had visited before us. A pain grew in my throat, I gulped but it remained there to throb as I looked over my great-grandma's closed eyes. The receptionist rubbed my back comfortably and then left for her post back at reception. I placed my little bouquet with the others. This was not going to be a proud page in the Kingsleigh history books.