"Alice, my friend. I have been expecting you to come. It has been... A while." I say, in a partial whisper. Smiling, I turn back to them. My psychotic friends, part of my dear, Alice's dreams. Although, this dream is also a partial nightmare. My wicked smile to the dear Mr. Hare falters slightly. Am I a nightmare to her? Awaiting on her arrival for so long, I can't even begin to express my emotions. In this dark, wicked place, Alice still managed to show her friends, I have always wanted to be one she considered a friend. What if I am the evil one, not the Red Queen? I am snapped out of my thoughts to Alice sitting at the other end of the table, with my friends, singing. Her smile lights up this entire place. This evil world, the confusing, mad world I have been trapped in for so long somehow makes sense when she is here. I wonder if in another lifetime, if her and I would be more than we are. More than me helping her find her way back to leaving me again. More than this nightmare she unknowingly called Wonderland.
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Living in Wonderland
FantasyI do not own Alice In Wonderland, I am merely just a teenager who had the idea of writing this twisted story from the Mad Hatter's point of view.
