Jan 14, 2011 17:38
There's a rise in her breath as she takes the first step on the first step; somehow, that's funny but nowadays, everything seems funny.
The world is black and gray, blue and purple, red and orange; an ever shifting bucket of crayons that is never ending to her and her fellow surroundings.
She has many different names: Clarice, Gabriella, Laura; the list is always different but only one name stays the same (my real name, she thinks) and that is Alice.
But Alice is too predictable, too naive for her own good.
The rabbit hole is too deep anyways and she's stuck in Wonderland.
Except.
for.
when.
she
isn't.
The caterpillar was right
alwaysrightalwaysRIGHTalwaysWRITEalWAYSright
about how he would enter her life.
his name is Alfred but she never called him that, always Allie or Al but never ever Alfred.
he was nice and kind, pretty and funny, understanding and sweet---he looked past the others and found alice.
alice liked him
he liked alice
it was perfect until
the
white
rabbit
came.
The white rabbit was big and naked, menacing and tall in it's stature; Disney had portrayed it wrong---he was not nice.
comeHEREaliceCOMEHERENOWcomeandplayaliceWEwanttoPLAYalice
it had hurt her, had killed her; erased the Alice that he put back together.
it
took
away
them.
She finishes the first step and begins the second one.
onetwothreefourfiveeightthree
ONEfishTWOfishREDfishbluefish
hippityhoppitypercytailwalkingdownthechoochootrail
onetwofoureightnine---
Alice it's me, he says and the game begins.
hetalia,
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