Hey there! Ya know what no one even reads this so why do I even bother? I don't know but I guess its to entertain myself. I'm gonna ask my one reader if they will please encourage others to read this story. I don't care if they like it or not, I just want my story to get around. Thanks! The song for this one is probably Asleep by The Smiths. Listen to it I love that song. It kind of feels sad, but a different kind of sad. It's just different. Look it up. So anyways on to the story! Warning: some cursing, and references to rape, nothing really graphic though.

Fleur's P.O.V

"Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"

That bitch. She was gone from our lives. The hurt was being released. She has no idea what she has just opened.

And my father's eyes. That hatred. That rage.

Although my hatred for my father was IMMENSE, I grabbed his shoulder and sat him down at the table. His heart was delicate, something hurtful, yet wonderful, worth protecting.

"Come in." My tone made her shudder. Her pale skin was covered in scarves and hoods. Why all the cover? Nothing could hide you from the shame.

"Take your layers off love." My father had surprised me. Why was he doing this to himself? Again?

"I'm fine." She thought us vermin.

I was angry. Who did she think she was? She would listen to my father, she was the vermin here.

She flinched at the word love. Why so shaky?!

"You be polite. You come into my home like this, you're going to be polite." As I spoke I snatched the scarves, and peeled the jackets from her. I was only trying to rile her up.

All those bruises. There were so much bruises.

And the teeth marks.

My father sat gritting his teeth.

"What did he do to you?"

That was when she collapsed in my arms.

She screamed so loud. So horrifyingly loud.

Alice, please, wake up.

I didn't mean to.

I was jealous, stupid.

I don't want to know your sob story.

I just want to help.

My dad, he hurts inside.

I can hear him crying.

He hasn't cried since Mum died.

He puts his brave face on with us.

I don't want him to pretend.

Help us Alice. Help the hurt disappear.

My dad sat at the table waiting. His hand fingered our best porcelain tea cup. His knuckles were snow white. I watched him grit his teeth to a pulp.

The poor girl was hurt, badly.

We tied her down, she wouldn't stop rubbing and scratching her wrists. Her wrists. Oh God. They were a battlefield.

Her tired face remained tense in her unconscious state.

"What else?" My father fumed.

"What else do I need to know?" Daddy it will only hurt you more.

"I can't tell you."

My father was mad.

He was losing his head, gritting his teeth more and more to a powder.

My tragic father.

He still deserves all that he gets.

Alice's P.O.V

Fucking bitch. She doesn't know what she got into. She doesn't know. And Hatter's face. I would never see more disgust on someone's face.

My battered body is to be ashamed of. I am a disgrace to the world.

A broken toy no one loved. I wanted to get away from here. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my home. My arms were tied.

Another one of his games.

I felt suffocated. The room was stuffy.

"Hamish!" My heart began to pound. I felt feverish weak. The beast slinked in.

"PLEASE SOMEONE!" I always screamed, no one would hear.

He's slapping me climbing onto me. His breath smelled of cigarettes and rum. It was always when he drank. Always.

"Don't worry." He pushed and pushed.

"D-don't" I cried.

Hamish touched me. All over.

It all burned. He stroked my wrist.

He kissed it. And bit down. Hard.

My back arched. "STOP PLEASE! HAMISH! IT BURNS!" I was shaking.

"A-Alice?" Hatter stood in the doorway. This little girl came in, she was scared.

He was gritting his perfect teeth.

The other girl, the one with the pretty face, yet pained eyes.

She held me down and untied me.

I collapsed in a fetal ball.

I was cold. So cold.

Someone please come help.

Who's fiery eyes are looking down at me?

"Hatter." I croaked.

"Careful." He stroked my sensitive neck. I flinched. He retreated.

"Quite a scream you gave."

That girl. She was in the corner. She had hate in her eyes.

I pointed to her. Hatter turned.

"Ah, that's my granddaughter. A lot has changed since we last saw you." Oh, Hatter, I'm so sorry.

So, so, sorry. I'm sorry I left, that I wasn't good for anything. If only you knew.

I sat up and my bruises were revealed. Hatter gritted his teeth. Why was he doing this?

"We will leave later. The white queen would like to see you."

I nodded.

Hatter left. I could see his tears of pain.

I cleared my raw throat.

"Hatter?" His fiery eyes wouldn't make contact with me.

"Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?"

He turned. Shadows fell over him. "I've no idea."

I didn't like the darkness that engulfed him. It made me sad.

Mostly because that darkness is me.

Me merge together.

This room. It's so suffocating.

It was small. And all white.

I didn't know white. It was a colour I never really did see.

That girl still stood.

Would she end up like me? We never know our fate. I used to have a wonderful life. My father. I was so innocent then. So beautifully innocent.

The thin pale girl stood in the hallway.

Her father conducted business, he had not seen his daughter.

"Father." He turned from the table. I could see his eyes light up as his eyes met mine. I was his treasure. What would he think of me now?

"Yes poppet."

"I'm scared." So scared.

"Okay." He held up one finger to his colleague. I jumped onto my soft feather bed. My father sat down and patted my legs.

"So, the monsters are back." It was a routine.

"I don't know. I keep hearing things whispering about me. They say I have muchness. What is that?" I was so scared of the voices. They whispered.

"Am I mad?"My dad laughed. His hand felt my forehead. He was so kind. I waited for the diagnosis.

"I'm afraid you are. Completely bonkers. But I'll let you in on a secret." I smiled.

"All the best people are." I laughed.

"Are you going to be okay." I nodded. That was it. I smiled. I laughed. I nodded. Three simple things I miss doing, terribly.

My father was a wonderful man. Few men had such an imagination as him. I remember sleeping soundly that night. All the voices were hushed.

I sat up flushed.

Just then I realized.

I never had to go back.

Woooh fluff! I liked writing this chapter. Especially the flashback at the end. Not the rape one the other one! Yep and the song Asleep by The Smiths fits this chapter because Alice really wants it all to go away. To go to sleep. And the Smiths song is so bittersweet in this way it fits. So listen to it. And review! For my "special" cookies!