Summary: I feel so happy that all you guys reviewed to me! 3 I promise more love for Peta-chan! Anyway, more tragedy for now.


Peter slowly dressed and walked over to his window sill. Outside Vivaldi's large rose bushes bloomed everlastingly. He reached over and let his gloved hand touch it. Cold. Lifeless. Not Alice. It was almost as if...him touching the rose had just killed it.

He let his hand drop from the rose. He hit a thorn. It hurt. He didn't cry out. Pain was pain, can you do anything about it? All you could was deal it out or take it in. Either way, pain hurt you hard.

Blood oozed from his finger, you could see the blood staining his always white gloves. Blood...Blood. The one who took Alice away. The one who made him miserable. The one who helped that in-denial March Hare Elliot. It served him no right to take Alice away! THAT GERM! ...

But that also didn't give him a right either. Life was confusing, hating, and purely hell.

All he could do was try not to cry out when he found a piece of thorn inside his skin. A thorn grew inside his heart. Alice...Alice...Alice...!

He said her name out as well. It was no use. Alice would still never be his. The perverted White Rabbit's. The psychopath. The murderer. The unkind. The Rabbit. The hated. The White. The one to never get Alice...

Peter White. Alice. Never to have. Alice Liddell. The one with Blood. The Mad Hatter-the Mafia-leader. The Perverted. Peter White. The Hated. The Rabbit.

The Alone...


Cliffhanger:

I believe I didn't make it as tragic as the first chapter. But I wasn't depressed at this time, hehe... anyway. Next chapter will probably take a long time to write too.