The Twisted Wonderland.

|1| Getting in

•Imagination is the only weapon against the war•

"Andrealia Alicia Jones get back here!" her mother yelled, and she was heard, just not listened to. Grass was hit in such a fast tempo it did not have time to bend and leave a trace.

She ran past the judging people who did not have the decency to feign their disinterest in her as she sprinted past. The faintly dewed grass skimmed across her new black simple flats, staining them with mud.

Second skin, as fair as she, but warmer and made out of velvet was dropped. The coat too was stained, but had ended its journey where she left it, where she would leave it along with her home. She continued to run never glancing back. Not knowing that would be the last time she'd see her mother.

Running alone was something she had gotten used to, where to she didn't know, nor did she care. Running was a way to escape her judgemental world. Other young girls played with dolls and took etiquette classes, Andrealia chose to roll in mud.

They wore frilly dresses while shorts covered her bottoms and a loose shirt concealed her top. She found it less constricting to move in, allowing her to climb as she pleased. Yet today running in the fanciest clothes she'd ever worn was the trend. A bit comical as it was the simplest out of all her options her mother had given her.

Out of nowhere a figure ran past, too fast for her to depict the mystery. Her mind should have clicked into panic mode since she was in an unknown location with a mystery luring around, yet it didn't.

Taking a turn from her path, she found herself in a foreign portion of the forest. It was eerier than usual. Barely audible chirps of birds could still be heard. A slow mist crept up on to the lower half of her legs. Weirdly enough, this peaked her interest in continuing her adventure.

While most girls would run away in fear, Andrealia's curiosity caused her to investigate what was going on. Even if that meant getting lost. This was the catalyst to her being an outcast; she wasn't like most girls and liked to be set apart from the people around her.

She relished in the idea of getting lost, and oddly enough, the more she thought about it, the more she grew more fond of it. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get lost, then again, she didn't know what she wanted. The mist slowly faded away, raking more interest from her mind.

Whilst still dazed in her thoughts, another figure crept into her sight. It was a brown rabbit who had fur that looked enticingly soft to touch. It stopped mid-way in its tracks and stared at her. Its eyes held a trance over her. A slight aching in her mind gave away a single thought, I want it.

As if sensing this, the rabbit moved once again, only much slower. It would occasionally look over its shoulder before starting to move again. The animal wanted her to follow, and she did. It led her to another unknown path, except this time she started to think rationally and halted her movements.

She finally started to think.
I am definitely being led somewhere, but where?

Andrealia stopped being irrational and sat on a rock, pondering what just happened. She just could not conjure up as to why she was following the rabbit. The rabbit realised she no longer continued to follow him and he merrily continued his journey.

A black rabbit appeared in front of her and, doing the same as the brown rabbit, attempted to persuade her to follow it. Her eyes locked on to his and in them she saw a bit of a petrified soul reflecting in them. Locking on to the brown cold eyes she slowly traced her fingers upwards onto the rock feeling the smooth sediment. She pushed herself up and as she lifted her left foot she un-gracefully tripped on a twig breaking their eye contact.
     She looked up at the rabbit and the sensitivity and pain that was once locked in the cold eyes was replaced with annoyance. She got up, dusted off the evidence of her fall and sat back down.