Jasmine wrote:
Prologue.
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Alice was sitting in her cell, tears freely running down her cheeks. She didn't bother wiping them away, she didn't want to.
She wouldn't normally cry, crying was a sign of weakness, and she would never show how weak she really was. But she had been, she had been crying all day for no reason whatsoever.
"Number sixty-five next." someone said outside of her cell. She wiped her eyes with her tiny pale hands. Nobody would know that she was turning seventeen soon, she looked around twelve. Skinny frame, hollow glassy blue, almost grey eyes, long blonde hair, white skin and to top all that off she wore a young girl's dress as well, it was the only dress that they could find to fit her. They wanted her to look presentable of course, yet they starved her.
"Oh, the little dear has been crying." the man laughed a bit as he put a tray of brown slush in front of her, she grimaced but ate it eagerly anyway.
They took the tray away and locked the door once she was finished. She curled up into a little ball again and let the tears run out of her eyes, she missed her old life. She could barely remember what it was like, they tried their best to make the patients forget about the life they had before.
"N-no no, don't cry! Crying won't do any good!" someone said.
"Not the voices..." she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
"I'm not a voice, well, I am a voice, but I'm not in your head." the small voice laughed nervously.
Alice looked up and let a small scream come out of her mouth.
"You're a rabbit." she furrowed her eyebrows. "A talking rabbit..."
"No shit." the rabbit replied.
"Oh, oh no, I'm getting worse." she said.
"Alice, I'm here to take you to wonderland."
Prologue.
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Alice was sitting in her cell, tears freely running down her cheeks. She didn't bother wiping them away, she didn't want to.
She wouldn't normally cry, crying was a sign of weakness, and she would never show how weak she really was. But she had been, she had been crying all day for no reason whatsoever.
"Number sixty-five next." someone said outside of her cell. She wiped her eyes with her tiny pale hands. Nobody would know that she was turning seventeen soon, she looked around twelve. Skinny frame, hollow glassy blue, almost grey eyes, long blonde hair, white skin and to top all that off she wore a young girl's dress as well, it was the only dress that they could find to fit her. They wanted her to look presentable of course, yet they starved her.
"Oh, the little dear has been crying." the man laughed a bit as he put a tray of brown slush in front of her, she grimaced but ate it eagerly anyway.
They took the tray away and locked the door once she was finished. She curled up into a little ball again and let the tears run out of her eyes, she missed her old life. She could barely remember what it was like, they tried their best to make the patients forget about the life they had before.
"N-no no, don't cry! Crying won't do any good!" someone said.
"Not the voices..." she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
"I'm not a voice, well, I am a voice, but I'm not in your head." the small voice laughed nervously.
Alice looked up and let a small scream come out of her mouth.
"You're a rabbit." she furrowed her eyebrows. "A talking rabbit..."
"No shit." the rabbit replied.
"Oh, oh no, I'm getting worse." she said.
"Alice, I'm here to take you to wonderland."