The wayward girl approached the steps of her "home" and sighed once more for the umpteenth time today. If life wasn't depressing enough she had this to look forward to everyday. Not like her aunts house was bad, in fact it was a great living environment. Perfect stability, quiet, two women who loved her very much and were some what easy to talk to. Overall it was great, just the way she ended up there wasn't the summer of last year her stepmother kicked her out and she was forced to live with her mother, and her mom was not the best person in the world. Long story short after the cops were called and Xianja was sent to the hospital, again, she went to her aunts's house. Not long after she left her stepmothers house her father was kicked out too, forcing him to stay at his other sisters house. Both Xianja and her father had hopes of living together but after Xianja found out in the fall of that year that her dad was smoking crack again all that hope fell out the window. It was late winter now, 27th January to be exact and still no hope. Her birthday was 15 days ago and she was sad that her father didn't come to celebrate, but that's what you have to deal with sometimes.
She didn't want to think about it much more, once she was in the house she plopped herself on to the bed placing her arm over her eyes. "uunn, I have home work to do." She whined to no one in particular. She knew she shouldn't rest but she allowed herself the luxury. The day was stress full and with all these thought on her dad she needed to recuperate. 'maybe some deep breathing will help.'
In. Out. In. Out.
*knock* *knock* *knock* she heard coming from the front door. With a noise of irritation she got up and walked the short distance to the front door. "Hello?" she called out to air. 'Damn kids, isn't this game old as dirt?' she turned to go back in when a ticking noise caught her attention. She looked down, at her feet was a gold pocket watch ticking. "what the hell?" she gingerly bent down to pick it up. The object felt heavy in her hands but was very nice to look at. She turned it around to see it had an inscribing.
You are VERY late, Miss.
Xianja dropped the watch as if it were a hot coal "oh shit!" she then jumped as she witnessed it move forward a bit on its own. ~it wants you to follow it~ the voice said.
'I'm not following it'
~Xianja, stop being scared and follow the clock. Confront your insanity~
As much as Xianja didn't want to admit the voice was probably on to something. The possibility of ending her mental problems did sound magnificent especially seeing how she had not had a proper good night's sleep in a week. She stepped forwards and the clocked began to dash. Xianja broke out into a sprint trying to catch the piece of jewelry.
She followed it down the street and around the corner to an empty lot behind the old abandoned forlorn house. 'of course it would lead me to this house' the watch zipped faster till it came to a large hole and jumped in. Xianja stopped in her tracks. "Aw hell no! I knew this was going to happen!" A rabbit hole? She knew what was going on and it was so not happening. ~C'mon Xianja lets go to wonderland!~ the voice cheered. "No. Fuck no. I'm going home taking my meds and-AAAHHHHH!" She was cut off as a gigantic foot kicked her in.
She was falling, actually falling. Xianja never guessed that she would die actually by plummeting to her death. She screamed as warm stale air whipped past her face, particles of dirt flaying into her mouth as the empty dark abyss welcomed her. Desperately, she clawed in hopes to catch something but was met with only air. It was surprising how wide the hole was, she could even claw at some dirt.
For a while she was beginning to believe that the hole was bottomless, that was until she saw an object start to form, some what resembling a trampoline. 'Oh fuck it is a trampoline!' Xianja's body hit the trampoline, it stretching to accommodate the amount of force. Then, like a sling shot it propelled her back upwards from where she came.
Higher and higher she went, slowing down progressively. Another object in the distance started to appear and this one held little hope. A door was approaching and Xianja closed her eyes waiting for the impact the door opened for her at the peak of momentum then shut rapidly as she began to fall once more, securing her in the chamber
Xianja remained still on the floor, not moving an inch, taking a mental inventory check to assure that she was indeed alive. Heart beat. Breathing. No broken bones. 3+7=10. She was alive. Slowly she sat up and opened her eyes. The room she landed in was…odd. White and black tiles formed like a Chess board on the walls ceiling and floor. Standing up fully, she dusted off her pants and blouse and looked across from her. About 8ft away from her was a glass table with a single key, a bottle, and a piece of cake, resting on top. She strolled to the tabled and read the label on the bottle that said drink me.
'If I remember correctly the potion makes you small and the cake makes you big and-WAIT A MINUTE! This shit isn't real! I cant drink this, for all I know I could be going ape-shit in the street somewhere' Xianja was growing cautious with doubt.
~ If you were you wouldn't be as conscious as you are now. ~
"I'm sorry, but there is no plausible explanation for this shit! This cant be real, I'm having another episode"
~Or, you could have fell and bumped your head and you're dreaming. That would explain awareness. Does this possibility suit you?~ the voice was sounding irritated
"It does sound more logical but-"
~Just drink the damn potion and get out of here!~
Xianja shook her head. It had to be a dream it made much more sense, and only an imagination like hers would conjure such absurdity. She grabbed some of the cake and put it in her pocket, then whilst holding the key in one hand she knocked the drink back in the other. tHe walls soon started to grow taller and wider, her world getting bigger while she was getting smaller. She looked around and found the door camouflaged to blend in with a black tile. She eagerly pushed the key and unlocked the door, turning the knob to freedom
