Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland even though it is out of copy right.

I really have no idea where this cam from except from my demented mind under the influence of a stomach flu.

Twenty years with out slumbering

"Now Nikki," the nurse said, stroking his hand gently, " answer the doctors questions, if you don't we can't help you."

Even though she was touching him, Hatter didn't move. He sat as quiet as a doll, his free hand dangling at his side. The doctor sighed as he checked his watch, he was hoping that his patient would be more willing to talk during the night then he was during the day, but he still remained in is cationic state.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

"Nicholas, why did you kidnap that girl?" the doctor asked, locking eyes with Hatter, trying to get the silent young man to speak.

"I didn't….kidnap ..her." Hatter said, his voice barely a hoarse whisper, " I….did…not…kidnap…Alice."

His life seconds numbering " That is not what the police records say," The doctor said, flipping through his notes, " it says here that the mother was planning on bring up charges of child molestation and kidnapping."

"Not true…." Hatter gasped again, clutching his free hand in to a fist, " I did nothing to her."

"What about Wonderland and this claim that you are the Mad Hatter from the Lewis Carroll's novels?"

"Wonderland does exist," Hatter said, his voice gaining strength, " and I am the Mad Hatter."

Tick Tock Tick Tock "I see," the doctor said, scribbling a note in Hatter's file, " are you aware these are all hallucinations? That you could be trying bloat out something you did to that girl?" "I did nothing to her." " Then why did she have all those scars on her?"

" She was attacked by my reflection, my darker self if you will."

He stopped short never to go again "Are you aware she committed suicide a few nights ago." Hatter mouth snapped shut, then he asked, " she what?" "She committed suicide."

"But she was fine when she left."

when the young girl died

The next night when the nurse came to check on him, Hatter was laying in a pool of his own blood. Each of his wrists had been slashed with twin gashes. A scalpel laid forgotten on the floor. The nurse stroked the corpse's hair, and kissed his black lips. A maniacal grin played on her face as she lifted her head from the corpse.

"Now you can be with your Alice."