Johnny sat on the edge of his bed, legs dangling. He had the pleasure of getting top bunk in room thirty-seven of the Happy Camper Orphanage. Johnny was ten now, and anything but happy. Sure he was sad for his mother's untimely fate, and that he had been abused by his own father. No he was sad for the sick twisted assholes who called him names and beat him, and sad for himself, because he just stood there and took it like a rag doll. He rubbed the bruises on his arm and opened a copy of Alice in Wonderland, and turned it to the part when the Cheshire Cat told Alice that everyone is mad.

At that time a little girl poked her head in the door. She had her curly, orange hair poked up into pigtails. Her big blue eyes only made Jonny's heart al the warmer, and the way her smile was formed he could tell the girl was all to happy to see him.

"Hello Alice." Jonny said, waving.

"Hi Johnny, would you read me a story?" The blonde couldn't resist. She was, after all, his only friend. Factor in the fact it was pouring buckets outside and she was cuter than Labrador puppy sleeping with it's head propped up on a bunny's back, how could he say no?

"Well… okay. This book is about a girl named Alice who- "

"Like me!" Alice piped up. Alice was always known as a shy girl. Jonathan took several moments to acknowledge this, then began reading again.

"This story is about a girl named Alice. She sees a white rabbit and decides to follow it. When she follow's it into the rabbit hole she falls down into a place called Wonderland. Here she meets the Cheshire Cat." he said The Jonathan read on from where he left off.

"You won't have to worry about that.' The Cheshire Cat said. We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad."

"Johnny what's mad mean?" Alice asked with the look of utmost curiosity on her face.

"It means that someone is crazy." Jonathan said, her befuddled look said that she still didn't understand the new word.

"Johnny what's crazy mean?"

Well, she was only seven…

Jonathan Crane was sad. It had been two years since Alice had been adopted. His only friend in the whole world had left his life. Never before had he felt so… empty. She had moved far away to Chicago with her new "family."

How he longed for one. Someone. Anyone! Jonathan was alone, and he had no friends, no family, no one to love, to cherish, or even have meaningful conversation with. Life itself was now naught but a desolate island.

All of these thoughts sped through the blonde's head as he waited for his chemistry test to be handed back to him. Mrs. Carison was a sweet lady, never mind that her husband had died only a year ago in a car crash.

Her son Sylvester sat idly beside him. He was fiddling with a combination lock, after a few tries he had the lock successfully opened and was now jotting down notes on a post it. After he folded it up and put it in his pocket he twirled his pencil with one finger while day dreaming about whatever. Jonathan had to admit, Sylvester might not be a math whiz but the kid was better with his hands than Slow Hand.

"Good job Jonathan." Ms. Carison said. She handed back the test paper with a great big one hundred smiley face on it. Schoolwork was the only thing that he cared for anymore. He looked back to the smiley face that was meant to cheer him up.

Pathetic.

Crane felt something hit the back of his head. Instinctively he reached back and felt the gooey texture of a spitball. While gross, he shrugged it off like a mosquito bite, then felt the cold sting of a hornet piercing the skin on his neck. That nearly made him yell in pain but he swallowed the scream. He'll have his revenge.

It was the end of the seventh and final period, Jonathan was putting away his math book when Trevor Rivers came to his locker. Trevor was a jerk, through and through. He'd take your money, steal your girlfriend, threaten your mother, and leave you to rot in the janitors' closet. Ever since the start of sixth grade Trevor had vowed to make every moment of Jonathan Crane's life a living hell.

He started by slamming the locker on Crane's hand, then a punch to the face. The action bloodied Crane's nose and he stumbled back. Then he tackled the blonde child, knocking him to the ground. He lashed out punch after punch on the poor boy. It was a full twenty minutes before anyone pulled Trevor off.

The principal noticed something…

Jonathan Crane was out cold.