So.
Can I help you?
If you don't need anything get out of my way.
I have business.
Oh, you do want something? Lovely. Please enlighten me.
My story? My own story? About me? About my life? Sweet.
I have a bit of time.
Let's get started.
Introductions?
My name is Alison. Alison Land. Petty, common names, if you ask me. Just like everyone else.
I could change my name, of course. I only keep these because of the middle name my foolish parents gave me.
Wonder.
Yeah, yeah. Alison Wonder Land.
Alison Wonder Land.
Alison Wonderland.
Alice in Wonderland.
It was what sparked my insanity, you know. What wove between my thoughts and left me to think about nothing but it. That name. I became obsessed with the book, worshipped that fantastic piece of literature, like my parents had.
They're dead now.
Everyone's dead.
Now that we're on the subject, death seems to be a good way to break someone's mind. To crack it open and leave them mad, to murder their mind as well as their loved ones. In all stories, the superhero (or villain) goes insane, avenging justice because their parents are missing, evil, or dead.
My parents weren't evil.
They were never missing.
They weren't dead.
I was the one who died.
I came back of my own accord.