The Next Alice. What Really Happened.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Constance!" I shouted frantically.

I called her name repeatedly, only to find silence as my answer.

"Constance!" I cried out.

There was only one place she would go.

I walked down to the west wing of the mansion, slowly and sneakily, I pushed the wardrobe aside, revealing a small hole. The hole was covered with a thick rusty chain grill. I let out a small sneeze due to the overwhelming amout of dust accumulated. Ilifted the grill up and crawled inside, cautious to close the grill behind me.

On my knees and hands, I crawled in complete darkness. A few fragments of the lining of the hole had chipped of, allowing small rays of sunshine to penetrate the darkness. After crawling for at least a minute or two, a light from a candle radiated the hole. I quickly climbed out to see Constance sitting peacefully on the velvet loveseat my mother owned.

"Constance." I said quietly.

She looked at me with her accusing eyes, but slowly nodded, accepting my presence. I sat beside her and looked over to what she was doing. In her hand, lay a bunch of letters. Each carefully writtin in my mother's beautiful handwriting.

" I don't know much about mum. But im sure she loved him." Constance sighed as she played with the corner of the letter.

I nodded in agreement. I looked around the room. Nothing had changed. It still seemed old, magnificent I dare say. As if my mother's spirit was somehow trapped in this accursed room. The floral wallpaper was slowly fadding and peeling. The only remaining furniture was the loveseat and the chandelier. Other than that, they were all given to Miranda.

"I wish I could escape to wonderland like you. Mum used to tell me stories... the Hatter...the Queen...the prince of Diamonds...the sibblings of the club....oh how I wish!" Constance half yelled.

Constance knew about Wonderland. Ann was completely fine with it, too my surprise.

"You could come with me...Ann and I are going today."

"Oh.. You and that ima-" Constance hesitated before replying,

"You and 'Ann'. Sure I would love to go." Constance smiled sweetly at me.

"I just wish Father didn't demolish the room." She continued.

This room held memorises. Each one of them different. Some were depressing, some even worse, but all I know that what connects us, me, Constance and mum, is that beyond the painful atmosphere of the room, is Wonderland.