Disclaimer: Alice In Wonderland belongs to Lewis Carrol. This is purely for fun and no profit is being made.
Shattered Glass
I should've known it would end badly. We hadn't a chance, there were too few of us to fight the Red Queen, but we were all still stupid enough to get involved in this war.
Because she told us to.
The dormouse is dead, he fell asleep on the battlefield, got skewered by a unicorn. She tore up all the flowers, and made all the flamingos fly away. They say the Hare will never hop again. But Alice still said we'd win.
So look at her now, the little body, bruised and broken, the curtain of blonde hair streaked with blood, hanging in her dull, dead eyes. The blue dress is torn and bloodstained and everything that once was so...so alive, so Alice is gone.
She was just a child, I shouldn't have let her go fight the Red Queen on her own, I should've stopped her, talked some sense into her. But every time I tried she just laughed and said 'but you're mad deary, I can't listen to what you say!'
I don't feel so mad anymore. I feel brittle, broken, I feel dead. But I'm the only one still alive. The only person breathing on a plane of corpses. That feels terrible.
If I could get Alice back through the looking glass maybe she'd wake again, and laugh that sunny little laugh that kept us strong. But they've broken the looking glass, just like they've broken me.
This place isn't Wonderland, it's hell.