Beauty Within Madness

The people

I couldn't move. Not voluntarily at least. My body racked with sobs and instilled me within a cage bound by my own insanity.
A simple thing could have set it off, really, but the attacks were ever present, each much worse than the last.
I never told anyone about it. My parents and peers had presumed it was anxiety attacks, but I knew myself that's not what it was.
Then again I was never sure of what it was.
I looked at my arms, one moment they were cut up and bleeding endlessly with glass wedged in the layers of skin, and then I blinked and suddenly they were normal and kept with the freckles dusting them.
I saw things a lot, and I was always convinced the illusions were real until I realized I was fine.

I am Alice. And I am twelve. This is me. Crazy, sad, and extremely lonely.
I had always wondered, why I, a mere child had these issues, and why I never simply told anyone about them. The thought crossed my mind many times actually. But it never occurred to me to take action upon these questions, making the thoughts useless in their own way.
When I could finally breathe at a normal pace, I picked my body up off of my bed.
I stared in the mirror before me. Disheveled strawberry blonde curls sat upon my head, and looked more like a ratty wig than real hair. Freckles spotted my arms lightly, but my pale, fragile looking face went untouched. I was wearing a Victorian style dress in a deep red color, along with torn up tights. My lips had always been this very deep red color, alike to the dress I wore. My eyeliner was smeared and made my usually bright blue eyes seem dull, but I didn't care.
I opened the small hatch of my window, and climbed through it with ease, lowering myself onto the tree below my semi-bare feet. This being how I always escaped my room, I was used to it.
I jumped off the tree, my frail body landing with a soft thud on the grass below. I lived fairly close to the woods, my absolute favorite spot to be and think. I picked my feet and began running into the thick maze of pine trees. I was completely distracted in my own thoughts.
There are always those moments where you get so deep into your thoughts, so immersed in your own world, that you simply don't notice anything around you even a bit. You're so emerged in what you're thinking about that you simply can't focus on anything besides that.
Well that was me in that moment, totally thoughtless of what I was doing or where I was running.
That is until I harshly felt my body being crushed under the pressure of landing.
'I fell?' 'Of course you did smart one you're In a completely different place!' 'Shut up'
My thoughts bickered at each other. It was quite fun, actually to delve into the odd conversations you engage in within yourself. I chuckled, but stood up and looked around. The place seemed like a dream, clocks plastering the walls, and statues placed everywhere.
It was then that I noticed a door a front me.
I had no way of getting out anyways, so why not explore a bit?
I was always that type of person. Never scared of anything, never giving anything a second thought.
So I walked in.
And then there were the people.
The beautiful, yet completely and totally odd people.

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Other chapters will be much longer this is just the intro. Also it's like two in the morning. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any questions just ask.