Outlast the Night

And They Rode Off Into The Sunrise

Star looked down into the abyss where her new friend found his way to his death. She could only pray that he was killed quickly and painlessly. To which ever god could be listening or maybe just talking into the darkness. But that is all this place is, bleak darkness for lost souls touched by madness or unlocking their own Wonderland of bloody roses. 

"Painting the roses red."

"We're painting the roses red."

"Painting the roses red."  

The song hummed beneath her lips as she stumbled down, down, down the rabbit hole to nowhere. 

Down 

Down 

Down we go to the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. Where we'll sing and dance with silly, funny little or big or medium hats on our heads while singing to our Un-birthday. 

"A merry happy unbrithday to you." 

"A merry happy unbirthday to you." 

She could dance around and around and around and around the tea table singing along with the Hatter, the Rabbit, and Door Mouse.  

A teeny tiny mouse that fits inside your tea pot. A brown rabbit who pours your tea. Or is it the White Rabbit? 

Alice follows the White Rabbit, does Star follow the White Rabbit? But where is the White Rabbit? All the walls say 'Follow the Blood', is that the White Rabbit? 

Who wrote it? 

Why did they write it? 

Do they write Christmas cards? 

"Star! STAR! Look at me Star!" 

Her eyes focused and unfocused the words as something heavy took her body back and forth. Rocking her back and forth. The thing spun her around and her White Rabbit stood beside her. 

"Waylon?" She unglued her jaw licking the inside of her mouth where the dry air coated her tongue. She wanted to scratch the inside of her throat. 

"Yes Star its me. Are you okay? Did they get you?" His eyes were frantic trying to feel her arms and hands up and down. 

She looked him up and down and saw a red spot on his leg. The foot was twisted in not the right way. How would he wear shoes now? 

"Your leg. What-" 

"Its nothing come on. The front door is this way." He took her hand and dragged his foot along with her walking calmly side by side. She kept looking at him as he held the camera to his other side. She could see the dirt and grim in his hair, blonde I think because he has blue eyes. 

Pretty blue eyes. Blue eyed baby. 

"I don't know, maybe when we get home we can see." 

"See about what?" 

"That I have blue eyes." As if that was obvious. She must have asked a question. She doesn't remember the question. But she likes his eyes and his hands. They're big and rough with black and red marks in his nails. He would like nice with red nails. Red is a pretty color. 

The ground moved underneath her; which made her move in a not pretty way. 

"Woah you okay?" Waylon had moved around to the front of her and she could see the rest of his face. He does have pretty blue eyes but a broken nose as well. Her brain clicked against her skull and she could actually see him. 

"Oh God, Waylon what happened? Your face is-" 

"Not important. We're almost home come on." He pulled her off her knees and pushed they further onward.