I made my way through the maze of the large house the moron holds his sessions. There are other children here too, and most of them hate me. Don't ask me why I have no idea. As far as I know I've done nothing to them. But for as long as I can remember, every time I walk past the younger-yes younger-children would stare and point, glare and whisper, and sometimes even throw things at me.

Children are cruel.

"Just look at her!" a little boy, Robert was his name, whispered rather loudly to his friend who was looking at me like I was some strange new species. "She belongs in the hospital, not us! All she does is talk and talk about that stupid fire that killed her family. Move on will you Alice!" Robert yelled the last part at me.

My name may be Max, but I've been called Alice since I was a child. Or so I have been told. I guess it had to do with my obsession with Alice in Wonderland. Or the fact that Wonderland is a real place. And I've been there. Don't believe me? I wouldn't either. But I'm almost certain that the place I've seen is Wonderland!

I turned to Robert and glared at him.

"You think you understand what I go through little boy. You're here because you murdered your cat. You suffocated the poor thing. Then proceeded to skin the fur right off. In fact, you used the fur as a hat while you burned the mangled body. Do you know why I'm here? I'm here because my family was burned alive in a house fire. If anyone belongs in the hospital, it's you, you twisted child," I said with a sneer before I walked away.

As I reached the front door, I heard Robert's friend speak in a horrified voice. "There's something wrong with you, you freak!"

Is Robert the freak? Or is it you boy? What did you do to land you here?

You know, some questions are better left unanswered.

But I don't care. I need answers.

As I walked through the dark streets, more people pointed and stared at me.

"Is that Ride?"

"Looks like it."

"What's she doing, out on the streets?"

"She needs to be locked up. Dr. Fredrick has wasted enough time on her."

"Now don't say that, poor girl is confused is all!"

"Confused my ass!"

I ignored them as best as I could. Which is harder than you think.

Something ran at me, almost making me fall on my face. Graceful, aren't I? Looking around I saw a small white cat staring at me with wide eyes. What is it with animals being attracted to me? First the damn rabbit (long story, maybe I'll tell you next time), now a cat? Ah well, guess I'll have to follow this one as well.

The cat turned and started to run, so, naturally, I ran after it.

A few minutes passed by and I ended up losing the damn cat in an alleyway. Out of breath I leaned over, putting my hands on my knees, starting to regret chasing the cat.

Then I remembered where I was, what time it was, and how I looked.

I was in the dangerous part of London, its nearing midnight, and I was in a black dress and combat boots, looking extremely tired and vulnerable.

I am so screwed.

Something was making noise. Something somewhere making noise walking running falling shouting then up again. Moaning and groaning, horrible sounds of pain. The sounds of someone looking to hurt.

"Who's there?" I called into the darkness. I wish it was silenced that answered me.

Horrible sounds, terrible terrible, screeching wailing, horrible terrible.

Whirling around, I saw what appeared to be a man, all dressed up with a top hat.

Looks can be deceiving. Learned that the hard way. In fact, learning now!

The thing looked up, and where the head of a man should be, there was a rotting head of a dead rabbit. Eyes twitching, mouth foaming at the corners, it ran towards me with a deranged hop in its step.

I backed away from it, unsure of what to do, and too frightened to even do something.

More and more appeared, all of them surrounding me, all the same.

I crouched down, putting my hands on my head, and screamed bloody murder.