"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐦 𝐈? 𝐀𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞."
-𝐿𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙, 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑
Being the Arisu's little sister had never really been a blessing. Stuck after the pride and t...
A/N : Guess who forgot to post her chapter yesterday... 🙂
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You open your eyes painfully on the vision of a desk.
The room is pearly white, from the floor to the ceiling, from the furniture to the pens in the pencil holders.
You don't recognize anything.
When you stand up to look around you better, you notice that you are wearing a dress the same pearly white as everything around you. The air smells of disinfectant and blood.
The scrape of a chair makes you jump. You turn around to find yourself facing a teenage girl.
Sitting on a medical bed, also white, she stares at you attentively. Her blue hair and red wrists are the only source of color in the room and you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away. Her skin is pale, she has a smooth face and red lips like a porcelain doll. Her static expression turns into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
"Good morning. Did you eat too many cakes, too?"
That's when it hits you.
It's Alice! The protagonist of Alice and the Labyrinth of Hell!
The decor then takes on meaning. You start to notice details that help you figure out where in the book you are.
I must be at the epilogue. Which means...
You realize the red on her wrists is blood.
She calmly swings her legs and stares at you with her same glassy eyes. Her legs decorated with elaborate scars shaped like butterflies.
The cookie jar is placed next to her. Filled to the brim.
What should reassure you fails to clear the lump of anxiety that is blocking your throat. You stay still, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. The only thing you know is that you want to leave.
An intense pain seizes your legs. When you look down, you realize with horror that butterfly shapes are emerging on your skin. You can only watch as the skin splits, leaving red liquid dripping down your legs. You grit your teeth to ignore the pain and force yourself to keep your attention on Alice.
You must leave. Now.
The teenager continues to stare at you for a moment without losing her smile. Your expression of pain doesn't seem to worry her, no more than the wounds that draws themselves on your skin.
Without a word, Alice brings her forearm to her mouth to lick the bloody streaks. You suppress a gag at the sight of her veins being torn apart. When she smiles again, this time revealing her teeth, the whitish tint of the enamel took on a red color.
"Are you planning to move at some point?"
You want to scream. You want to move but you just can't. Your muscles are frozen in place as if stuck in concrete.
