A/N: So I lied when I said there was a lack in Boris stories. Actually, I honestly didn't think there were as much stories as there are. I guess I underestimated the love for cats! But that's beside the point. I'll continue writing, and hope for the best.
However, yes, this is an OC story -_- I know, I dislike most OCs (there are some insanely good ones though), so I'm being a hypocrite with this story. My apologies. But I wanted to do something besides the self-insert-and-have-them-go-through-the-same-thing-as-Alice. So this is my twist on things. But of course, there's going to be another twist about that. *sigh* I love twisting.
Also, I'd like to thank those of you have been reading. It means a lot! & the reviews as well, thank you!
Chapter 3
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"I hate you, Boris."
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With no emotion in her voice, she said it once more.
"I hate you, Boris."
She slowly stepped away, as if he were a disease. The girl took a deep breath and screamed as loud as she could.
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"I HATE YOU, BORIS!"
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She thrust away his arms that were reaching for her, turned around, and started running. She didn't see his eyes full of shock and hurt, and she didn't see him try to run after her. He had always been the fast one, constantly catching up to her when she stomped away in one of her bad moods. He had always made her feel better.
But not this time. This time, she felt like she was flying. Her feet were barely touching the ground, and she escaped his grasp in a flash. He couldn't catch up to her. He couldn't comfort her. He couldn't say anything to make her come back.
Yet he continued to sprint after the girl, trying his hardest to keep up with her, to ask her what and how and why. Eventually, everything she had said caught up to him, and at last, he stopped running and he crumpled to the ground, looking upon the vanishing girl.
The girl had no idea where she was going. All she knew was she had to get away. Away from his voice, his smell, his everything. She ran in one direction, not caring that she was sprinting through the forest. Her feet trampled the leaf-strewn ground. The branches and leaves had whacked and slashed her body, but she didn't notice the pain from the scratches. All she could concentrate on was the emotional pain she felt.
It hurt more than the time she had fallen off her grandfather's roof and broke her leg. It hurt more than the time she swung from the highest tower of a jungle gym at a playground years ago and ended up with bark in her mouth and stitches along the side of her face. It hurt more than the time she went sledding and and crashed into a tree, ending up in the emergency room and with a concussion. It hurt her that he would never know these things about her, but it also hurt her to know that he wasn't real.
She felt another wave of tears coming, this time knowing they were out of grief. She wanted to get away from him, but now she wanted to get away from this make-believe world she had been living in. She kept on running, in hopes to escape it all. She had ignored her surroundings while fleeing, but gradually realized that they had changed.
Gone were the trees that had previously surrounded her. Gone was the unpredictable sky. Now all that surrounded her was the varying shades of green, purple, and blue that were so familiar to her from her dreams. But she continued to run, knowing that they were still part of the world she was trying to break away from. Even if it felt like she wasn't going anywhere.
She didn't want to hear Nightmare's voice, let alone have him read her mind.
Running, she could still see at the edge of her vision the light blond hair that wasn't hers. She tried to hold the sob coming up from her throat; she knew that she had the teal eyes that he fell in love with.
No, she shook her head, tears in her eye. He doesn't even exist. He can't fall in love. This wrenched another sob from her while she frantically tried to wipe away the tears. All of her emotions were pouring out of her.
She continued to run for as long as she could, running the hardest she has ever ran. Surprisingly, she hadn't even grew tired yet, like she she usually would. However, the girl didn't pay any attention to this. So absorbed in her thoughts, she almost didn't even notice that she no longer was in the multi-colored space.
Now she was in a black void of nothing. It went on for as far as she could see. Yet she could still see herself, alone, with nothing but darkness surrounding her. She couldn't keep it up. She needed to stop. Finally she fell over, holding her knees against her chest, weeping uncontrollably. Her dress piled up around her.
Hands on her face, she tried to wipe away the tears, but they kept on coming. She couldn't stop them. She was tired of running. Not that her legs ached, she just couldn't do anything anymore. She didn't know if she could go back home.
Why? Why her? She loved the game, but she never thought it would ... appear to her. If that's the way to describe it. She still didn't believe that it was real. How could it be? It's impossible. Things like this just don't happen to her. She didn't deserve this to happen, so this was a bit of a punishment. Like having a slice of the most delicious cake in the world placed in front of her when she was hungry, but being denied the ability to eat it. And it was even worse.
Why was that? Because she didn't even have control over her own body. She was conscious throughout everything, but it seemed like she was always in a fog, with her memories of her old world locked up in the back of her mind. All she knew was her life back in 'Alice's' world, until her own memories rushed back in.
The truth hurts, doesn't it? said a small voice inside her. She wanted to reply back, to admit that it did hurt her, in ways she never knew.
I don't love him... I never loved him. Because this is all just a lie. He was a lie. But she couldn't fight her true feelings. She tried to deny it, but she didn't want to admit that she loved him, real or not. Because throughout her-as-Alice's adventures in Wonderland, she fell for the Cheshire Cat.
Which meant that what she did back there was hysteria. The girl had panicked. She was too scared to let someone into her heart, especially one that didn't exist. Especially when he didn't know her at all. He didn't even know that the real her, the one who wasn't Alice, existed until she told him. But she knew he was in love with her-as-Alice. But he isn't real! she screamed at herself. She was furious with herself for getting into this situation.
"I hate him!" she repeated, trying to make herself believe it. If only she could. What a tragic, unrequited love. No matter what he said, it would still be one sided, she miserably believed. He doesn't exist. He's only part of that game.
Repetitive thoughts kept going around in her mind, all denying anything good about him or Wonderland.
"I want to go home!" she wailed to no one. Her sobs punctuated her sentences. "I want to get away! I want to forget Wonderland!"
Sadly, she mumbled, "I want to forget him."
"You want to forget everything, don't you?" a deep voice asked her.
The blond girl lifted up her head from her arms, only to see no one was there. She hiccuped, tears streaming from her red eyes.
"Now I'm going crazy," she mumbled to herself. Wonderful. Just what she needed. Even better was the fact that she was talking to herself.
Actually, I think I might be dead. What else could explain how I ended up here? Although I don't think this is supposed to happen. She glanced around the expansive space.
Then again, it's not like anyone could come back from the dead and say "Hey guys, I'm alive again, and this is what happens when you die..." she trailed off in thought. Oh no, I think I really am dead! I'm losing it. Maybe I ran to my death. What will everyone say? What happened to them? But if I'm going crazy, would it really matter? I hope they give my clothes to my friends. But I never got a chance to have a pet. I don't want anyone to worry. Thoughts tumbled around her head, all disconnected and confused in her emotional mind.
She buried her head in her arms once more, quite aware that she had been held in a certain someone's arms earlier.
"NO! I don't want to remember!" She slapped her head, as if she could slap the memory of him right of her head. She could only wish.
"You don't want to remember?" the voice asked again, this time amused.
Do I want to remember? The fact that what I've been going through was just a lie, that it doesn't exist? That it's not just a dream, but just some kind of fake? She thought about all that she had gone through. No, not me. It was 'Alice'. Everything happened to her, but I have the memories, and I don't want them.
"No," she murmured, her hands slipping down.
"Well then, I might just be able to help you," the voice calmly said.
"Who are you, and where are you?" she asked, half blubbering, looking around for the source of her companion. He (for it sounded like a male) frightened her a little because she couldn't see him anywhere. She put a hand to her right eye, trying to clear her vision to see where the mysterious voice was coming from.
"You won't be needing my name since you'll forget it after leaving. And the answer for your second question is that I'm all around you." The girl stiffened, with her mind leaping from thought to thought.
"Are you... like Nightmare?" she winced in pain at mentioning the incubus, an inhabitant of a place she swore she would forget. "But I actually got to see him..."
"Oh, I am nothing like that dream demon," the voice assured the girl, with a hint of malice that went unnoticed by her. "Nothing to be tense about. However, I occupy this entire dimension. I am nowhere but everywhere," the invisible companion explained.
"Now, get a hold of yourself," he ordered. He waited until her sobbing had quieted down to sniffling.
"Even though I said I wouldn't give my name, you must be wondering what I am. And that I can answer. I am the Wish-Giver," the voice explained. "And I can grant any wish anyone has. It's very logical. I suppose that you would like to wish something?" the Wish-Giver asked. The girl looked about, tears still rolling down her face. She nodded, and unsure if he could see her, she spoke out loud.
"Y-Yes."
"Then I will grant your wish." The voice took a pause. "However, I want you to know that there will be some consequences. One is that you will not remember who I am and that I had granted your wish. Two is that your wish is irreversible. And three is that I will take something of yours but you will not know what it was." The girl nodded at everything, until the last statement.
"Take something of mine? But, but, I don't have anything to give you!" Nothing but what I have on me. Which are my clothes. She looked about in shock.
"D-Don't take away my clothes! I mean, you can take away the apron, but you can't take away my dress!" The blond unsteadily got back onto her feet, concerned about the last part. She clutched onto the dress. The girl was quite modest, even if it meant receiving the wish she wanted- no, she needed.
The voice only chuckled. "Don't worry, it won't be your clothes. And even if they were, I'd make sure that you'd wear another outfit," he said. The girl shifted uncomfortably from where she was standing.
"Besides, you will not know what I took from you," he said, reminding her of the consequences. She nodded. "After hearing what will happen, do you still want to receive your wish?"
The blond girl hesitated, just for one second, but with tears in her eye, she answered with a "Yes."
"Okay. Now, you must wish with the words 'I wish' and continue on from there. Now, you may begin."
She closed her eyes, the way she does whenever she wished, whether on a shooting star or on her birthday candles. But this time, it would actually come true.
"I wish... I wish that I can return to my world, and I return to my own body. And that I remember nothing of Alice's world and Wonderland, especially him! I wish to forget everything that's happened here!" she yelled, squeezing her eyes tightly. She clenched her fists. "And that nothing of that media ever reach me! Completely erasing their existence!"
She waited in silence for a minute, the tears drying on her face. The blond was anticipating on what's to come next. However, she could only hear silence, and felt nothing. Finally, she cracked an eye open, just a bit worried.
"Um, is anything special supposed to happen?" Was this just another joke?
The Wish-Giver responded back with, "No, not particularly. But since there were so many parts to your wish, I had to create a potion myself. You have it now though," he added.
The girl felt the pocket of her dress sag. She reached into the dress, and pulled out a familiar glass vial with a heart shaped stopper.
Horrified, she asked him, "This? This potion? You made this? This is what that stupid pervert rabbit gave me," she gulped at the memory of 'how' he gave it to her, "and got me stuck in the mess!"
Hastily, the Wish-Giver replied, "No, oh, no, it isn't the same one. I just said that I created it myself. It's nothing like what he gave. It just was convenient that what kept you here would also deliver you home and give you your wish."
Listening to his explanation, she calmed down. At least, as much as she could in this state. She looked at the vial and asked the voice if she had to drink it. He answered, that yes, she was.
She kept her head down as she popped open the glass stopper. She sniffed at the contents, debating at last minute if she really wanted this.
But with a pain in her chest, she wanted to forget, to stop hurting. She took one last look at her panacea. The answer to all her problems. The girl stood up straighter, her shoulders pushed back. She was determined to forget it all. Tilting back her head, she lifted the vial up to her pink lips, and she let the liquid run out of the glass and down her throat. It was bittersweet, like she was taking a long, warm bath, but then jumped into freezing cold pool. Or more like summer and winter. She felt slightly light-headed as the effects slowly take a hold of her.
She had one last thought of her love, cat ears and all. Her anger was replaced by sadness, and she felt a small heartbroken smile go across her face. With a last burst of tears, she felt herself falling into oblivion. Closing her eyes, she felt the sensation embracing her. Falling.
Falling...
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Falling...
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Falling...
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And she's falling into yet another hole. Poor girl.
Sorry about the excessive use of 'she'. I didn't want to use Alice or her real name yet.
The Wish-Giver huh? A very original name, I know. But I wonder what he's going to take from her. Hm... what are your thoughts?
