It started off as any other day I guess. Wake up. Eat. Roam the halls. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Day after day, week after week, this is all that I seemed to be doing.
I could not for the life of me remember why they kept telling me it was a dream…
Was this the dream? Was this the other side? Was I dying?
Was I already dead?
No one seemed to have the right answers. They kept telling me that one day I would be able to make sense of it all. One day, one day, one day.
What if that one day did not come? I know it had only been a month since they put me here, but how hard could it be to remember something so important. Just a little something that would help make my life so much easier.
But no. My brain seems to be mushed into one cramped little box that refuses to be opened. Sounds of birds and the wind do not seem to be helping out either.
They say writing things down will make it better. They say it will help release my most inner thoughts. What if my inner thoughts do not want to be released and that is why I have such a hard time with things. What ifthose thoughts are trying to protect me from something that could harm me…
Bright colors fill my vision when I sleep. I dream of flowers, candies, mismatched clothes, and so many hats I loose count by the time I wake up. I crave those visions. Crave the way the make my skin crawl; The way my heart starts to skip a beat as the shadow of a hand touches mine.
I cannot remember why that touch makes me shiver. Why I beg to know their name before they drift away and my eyes open to the morning sun that shines into my living quarters.
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"Is she dead?" It was to loud…
"I can feel a pulse. Her chest is rising up in down like she is taking breathes, unless you know another reason why it would be working if it was not for her breathing." Those voices were to loud…
"Alright, you asshole. No need to be snippy."
A hand brushed over my arm, no doubt looking for my pulse again to make sure I apparently was not dead.
"Still has a pulse. She is alive. Knocked out it seems."
My head reeled. If I was knocked out, why could I hear them? If I were knocked out, it would be a lot more silent in my head. I let out a groan as I tried to open my eyes. The light was so bright…
"AH FUCK! SHE JUST MADE A NOISE!" One of the people, male by the sounds of it, exclaimed after the noise left my lips. His voice already sound obnoxious. Apparently that person had knocked into the other one because their own exclamation escaped their lips.
"Hey you blonde-headed bastard, that hurt!"
"Hehe…sorry, Ches. Forgot you were that close," the other remarked. I could only imagine the sheepish grin that was upon his face.
I tried again to open my eyes and this time I was successful. At first it was only a bright light that shown all around and slowly shadows that started to turn into figures entered my vision. Two boys stood above me. I looked from one boy to the other noting their strange appearance.
One had straggly blonde hair that seemed to fall just long enough that it reached the tops of his eyes and just above his ears. His piercing blue eyes shown like the sky with no clouds to be seen. He wore a brown jacket that was a little shorter at the bottom with an orange t-shirt underneath. The cargo shorts he wore went a little past his knees were just a shade darker than his jacket and the brown converse shoes matched his pants.
The other boy really was a sight to see. His brown hair was cut shorter than the other boys, not falling nearly as far down. He wore a dark purple jacket, the same color as the baggy jeans he wore. His t-shirt was black with soft hues of light purple sporadically placed matching the regular shoes that were on his feet. The strangest feature was the red triangles that seemed to done his face. Dark brown eyes shown down and exchanged glances with the blue eyed boy across from him.
"Whe-" I tried to speak, but a rough cough filled my throat. It felt like I had not had water for days. The boy with the blonde hair sat me up and patted my back.
"There, there dear. There is nothing to worry about. It is almost tea time and it is someone's very un-happy birthday, you see. We were on our way there when we happened to run into you on the way. Are you okay?"
I still could not form words and went with shaking my head yes instead.
"SEE! I told you, Hare. She would be perfectly fine. Just needed to give her a little time and a small pep talk!" The brown hair boy remarked. He looked back at me. "Name is Cheshire, but my friends call me Ches. The idiot blonde over there is named March Hare, but we just call him-"
"They call me March. Or Hare. Whatever works for you," March chimed in with that toothy grin I had imagine earlier on his face. He looked like such a young boy that it could not be possible he was my age.
"Are you able to speak and tell us your name?" Cheshire asked with concern mirroring in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath and concentrating, I found my voice to speak.
"My name is Sakura." I replied finding my strength slowly returning to me. Both boys slowly helped me stand up and held on for a few seconds to make sure that I was not about to fall.
After I stood, I took the time to look at my surroundings and I'm sure my mouth had fallen back open hitting the ground in the process. Everything was huge! The flowers that lined the path were as big as the trees by my house. The trees were just a foot or so taller, but the thing was…I felt so small.
I turned to both boys again, awe still clear on my face, and began loading questions out on them.
"Why are these plants so big? Why do I feel so small? Is this some kind of fantasy park outside of the city? Wha-"
"Okay, hold up there a second, Miss Sakura," March said holding his hands up as if to stop me from throwing more questions at them. "We can explain everything because to be honest, we are just as confused as to how you got here in the middle of the road and not in a house." Ches shrugged his shoulders.
"Might also have to do with the fact that we have never seen you around here before. Like ever. We do not get very many visitors."
"Actually, we do not get any at all," March remarked turning his head down to look at a watch that clearly did not done on his wrist. His face when he looked back up was panicked.
"What's wrong?" I asked as my head again began to move around taking in all the wonders there were.
"Remember that very un-happy birthday I was telling you about?" I nodded my head. "Well we are late. Like extremely late and the asshole does not like when anyone is late."
I looked at them confused wondering just what a 'very un-happy birthday' was. As if noting the look on my face, both boys got a smirk on theirs.
"Do not worry," they chimed. "You can come see what it is all about for yourself!" A protest sat on my lips, but before I could get a word in my hands were being grabbed and they were dragging me down the road.
I let them drag me. My surroundings were keeping me occupied and I could not get enough of the sites around me. I noted to myself that I had to make them show me around before I returned back home.
'Home?' The fuzzy feeling returned to my brain. Why was I not at home? I was studying for a huge medical test for the next day…I had went downstairs to answer the door and…nothing. My mind blanks right after that.
Why could I not remember? I tried to hide the scowl on my face as I tried to think. The door opened and…again nothing. My brain could not seem to produce the memory that I so desperately needed to explain how I got here.
Then it hit me. Where was here? I looked at the blonde and brunette noting their eagerness to make it to this party.
"Where am I?" I blurted out as we rounded a corner. There was a hill only a little ways away with a house at the top. It looked like any old house, but there was just something that was slightly different.
We stood at the bottom of the hill for a few short moments when both boys turned to me with those goofy grins on their faces.
"Where are you? Why you are in a land of wonder!" Cheshire exclaimed throwing his hand wide to showcase what was around them.
"You are in Wonderland!" Hare added as they grabbed her hands again and made their way to the house on top of the hill.
