Alyssa's Cup Of Tea ✔️

🐇 Chapter 12

Time...

What was time?

It was not concrete, had no form nor absolute identification. Time could mean differently depending on the individual. But Alyssa never knew Time to wait, she knew it never waited for anyone or anything—no slowing down for someone lagging behind or wishing for another moment with a person they wished to see again, Time would never step back so the withered ones could appear vibrant with life again.

"AAAHHHH!!!" The fall into the rabbit hole was unwanted and unpleasant, strings of curses awaiting on the surface of Alyssa's head that she was eager to spout vehemently on these peculiar beings' faces but whilst in the middle of an endless fall, her face shifted in concern...did she just hear an echo of Alessa screaming like she fell from somewhere high?

Such dreadful thoughts! Alyssa hated having these ideas taking up the space in her head! No, this must be an effect of her delirium after arriving to this unknown location.

This hole could not be called a hole, it was all over and swaying, had maroon-red wallpapers with black diamonds, hearts, spades and clovers designs; a floating staircase from afar—how it gotten in there was beyond Alyssa's comprehension—and on that staircase she watched a faceless eerie porcelain doll with messy black hair pushed off another porcelain doll with strawberry blonde hair.

Alyssa made contact with the ground, fortunately it didn't feel like her bones were fraction and she rolled down until she slipped out of a fireplace and into a living room.

"There she is, the hothead one Anneliese used to talk about." The deep, amused voice came from a tall male with his back on the baffled Alyssa sprawled on the black carpet. He was facing a huge painting hanging on a wall of striped dark maroon and black—it was an oil painting but with its rich pigment that one could feel against their skin from a distance, the large canvass was a craft that stood between reality and reverie.

The painting depicted a colorful, strange world bathing in mixture of all colors where people's definition of acceptable normal didn't exist, so abstract it was and also charming but the charm only the surface, something deeper it was hiding underneath.

After she was absorbed by staring at painting in astonishment, Alyssa roamed her wide gaze around the living room—its entire wallpaper was alternate black and dark maroon, some thin elegant curving golds lining through it like a vein, and the most consistent design in the wall were these small black spades—the symbols usually seen in the card deck.

"There is not enough word to describe this lunacy I got myself into," Alyssa declared without hesitation, her temper was flaring up. "I already have enough bullshit on my hands to deal with, I do not need another."

Finally turning around and stepping out of the shadow concealing some parts of the living room, the man was no hideous in appearance, if not for its absurdity, Alyssa would find a space in her head to appreciate his looks. He had a black and red formal suit, less funkier than the first guy she met. His hair was raven black spiked up, he wore a monocle on his left eye and speaking of eyes, it was a vivid Sapphire blue.

He was a calm figure, unshaken by the sharp words that slipped out of Alyssa's lips. "I concur, once they find out you are responsible for your cousin's death, it's going to be your end. Your father is waiting for such grand moment to have an excuse to bludgeon you to oblivion. I'd feel bad for Alessio, not only did he have to deal with your little sibling's critical condition--"

"What did you say?" Her voice echoed in the room, thick with a boiling anger. Alyssa furrowed her brows, stalking forward to the stranger. She knew should this guy utter the wrong statement, she would allow herself to be clouded in rage.