Flashback
"A drug addict no doubt."
"It's disgusting! A boy so young too!"
"Should think himself lucky we picked him up."
Willy sat at the foot of the door, his ears picking up every word of the doctors conversations. He did not have a mental disease! At least, he thought he didn't. The world had appeared to be a blur now. What with his father gone, leaving him for dead in the snow.
"They don't like me. The world hates me! What did I do to deserve this?" Willy said quietly to himself, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.
Suddenly, the door opened and Willy, being caught off guard, fell backwards into the hallway. His head stared now stared up at a man with bloodshot eyes and a yellow toothed grin.
Dad would of killed this guy for having those teeth, Willy thought.
The man grabbed him by the hands and dragged him down the hall toward the torture chamber.
He could hear the doctors laughing, mocking him. There was darkness, as the boy closed his eyes, but he still heard the laughter pounding through his ears. It almost turned into a vibration.
HaHaHa...
Alice never seemed to sense the world around her. The sounds of bells, the taste of food in her mouth. All these things never made a dent in her brain. She could feel nothing.
Perhaps it was the burning fire. After all, when Alice was admitted to the asylum her brain cells had been damaged. Perhaps it was the long coma she was in. Whatever it was, it kept people away.
All but Maggie. For a child so young, so innocent, kept in an asylum for such a short period of time. She understood her. Alice's anger, her hate, her lost joy from her heart. And now this mirror. Alice had develped an obsession with the man reflected in it's surface.
The mirror only showed images. It could not hear words. So Alice was left staring at what this man did.
"It's almost like Wonderland." Alice had told Maggie, when her eyes first set upon The Chocolate Room for the first time. "Before..."
"Before what?" Maggie asked. Alice had told her many things over a small amount of time, but as for Wonderland, it was kept a secret.
"Before the Queen." Alice said.
No words were said after that. The two girls fell into silence.
Charlie followed Willy around the factory more often these days. The heir paid attention to his behaviour the most. He, like Alice had an obsession with the mirror, staring at it at every possible moment. Charlie was worried that the girl he saw was causing him great pain. It could possibly bring back memories. Painfully dark memories that Willy cared to forget.
Even the factory suffered under the candyman's recent lack of attention. Charlie did all that he could, but he just didn't have the power to bring colour back to the candy trees, cotton back to the pink sheep.
One day, Willy actually began to be more responsive.
"Charlie, I want to go back."
Back? No! He couldn't mean...
"It has to be settled. I have to go the asylum."
No way! Charlie wouldn't let him go back to relive his dark past.
"I know why your going." Charlie told Willy.
"Why is that?"
Charlie lifted his head up. "Because your obsessed with that girl."
"Am not!"
"You are Willy!" Charlie shouted. He waved his hands around the Chocolate Room. "Have you looked at your factory? It's falling apart!"
Charlie was breathing heavily. He had never shouted at his family before, let alone his own mentor.
"Tht's why I want you to come with me." Willy said.