Once I told Hatter we were going to see the March Hare, his face grew into a wide smile and went off to find him.
Hatter strolled as if this were still Wonderland and nothing could harm us here. But Cheshire and I knew better, we could die with one wrong step, or a wrong word per say.
The desert landscape faded into cards, playing cards! The trees were normal but they grew playing cards. I picked up a few and ran my thumb down the side, my finger split revealing a crimson liquid. I thought back to the night I killed my parents and brother, the images make my stomach churn as we walk but I brush it off not wanting to disturb the others.
Cheshire was worried about a bee that was swerving in between his strips of flesh.
Hatter stopped abruptly (why does everyone do that) and looked over the cliff to see a castle that was surrounded by tea cups, teapots, and saucers. It's finally time for me to end this madness! I'm ready to die.
A/N: I know this was short but writers block is killing me ugh
