Alison screamed as she fell.
Is this the end? Is this how I'm going to die?
Alison could think of nothing else than all those places she wanted to go to. Ireland, Japan, Romania, and many more. But now she might not ever get the chance.
"Oh shut up, your screams are noisy. I'm trying to sleep here!" snapped a voice. It was all black so Alison couldn't find out the source of the voice.
Oh great, I'm gonna die with some smart ass snapping at me to keep quiet.
"SHUT UP!" she yelled. There was a hissing noise, followed by a low threatening growl.
"Noisy brat..." the voice muttered.
Then Alison saw light. It started small then got larger until she was engulfed in light. All she saw before she landed was the white and red roses that she fell onto.
"Ow..." she mumbled. Alison stood and looked sadly at the rose bush she fell onto, three roses were bent and losing many of their petals.
Alison looked up, her jaw dropped at the scene before her. She was in some large garden, red and white rose bushes lined up along a path that led to a maze. A large fountain in the shape of a heart with a crown on top stood in front of her, sparkling water flowing from the crown. It was daylight, even though a moment ago it was night.
"What the Hell...?" Alison mumbled. Something about this place seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Alison heard singing on the other side of the fountain, it was a happy song that made her smile a little.
Alison went to the other side of the fountain and followed the path to the singing voices. Soon she came to a small clearing where she saw three men painting the white roses red. They wore robes that had a diamond on the back, and a number sat in the middle of the diamond.
All of the men had blonde hair and brown eyes, the robes they wore were white and the diamonds were black. And the numbers 3, 4, and 5 were printed in red, one on each of their backs. They all carried a bucket of red paint in one hand, a large paintbrush in the other. They painted the white roses a beautiful crimson with confident, but delicate, brush strokes.
"We're painting the roses red, we're painting the roses red. We dare not stop or waste a drop so let the paint be spread. We're painting the roses red, we're painting the roses red." they sang. Alison's eyes widened as she finally remembered why this was so familiar.
It was from Alice in Wonderland.
Her great-great-great grandmother, Alice, had told the story of a world that was wacky and strange. She had discovered it when she was the same age as Alison. But Alice had been called crazy for those stories she told, and a book had been written after a writer interviewed her.
"Uh...Excuse me, but why are you singing?" Alison asks. The man with the 4 on his back turned and smiled at her.
"Because singing can make anyone smile, and it makes a job more fun." replied the man. She thought about this for a moment, she wondered if maybe he was right.
"Why are you painting the roses red? They seem pretty already." Alison said. The man with the five on his back turned to her.
"We planted the wrong roses by accident, so we need to paint them red before the Queen of Hearts notices." he said. Alison nodded, understanding that if she found out, they would be decapitated. Alison looked around her and sees that the men still had a lot of work to do.
Alison sighed and picked up a brush, pushing up her sleeves, she moved to Number 3's side and began painting the roses red. She even started to hum the song. She found herself smiling, just like Number 4 had said.