Insanity, Alice.

The Beginning

A/N: All just short little chapters

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Raven felt like she was falling, like a bird tumbling from the sky. She felt like she was falling, she always felt this way. Like the world was falling away from her finger tips. But this time she really was falling, tumbling right down the hole. She would like to say rabbit hole but this was not a forest this was New York and this was a man hole so why was she still falling?

"Quinn" I removed the headphones from my ears suddenly tumbling out my writing back to earth and the hard spring mattress of my dorm room. I jumped up from my small single bed to the door swinging it open. Halie stood on the other side dressed for the day in a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white Chanel top and a pink cardigan her look topped off with a cream infinity scarf and cream shin high boots.
"What're you doing?" she asked her hands planted on her sweeping hips,
"I don't know what you're talking about, Halie?" I said running a hand through my unruly locks of blonde frizz,
"We have a psych lecture in ten minutes." I stared at the alarm clock on my beside table, then the massive wall planner on the wall above my desk.
"Balls!" I cursed imagining my state of bedraggled sleeplessness
"I'll be ready in five," I slammed the door in Halie's un-amused looking face and rushed to my drawers. Out flew a pair of ripped jeans and a dark green sweater I swung a beige scarf around my neck, lightening rolling my jeans as I laced up my beige ankle boots. I tore a brush through my hair grabbing my book bag as I swung open the door to see Halie still waiting now standing with a cup of coffee, from god knows where.
"You look better but you still look like shit." I gave her a sarcastic smile, dragging a hand down my tired face accepting her coffee with a small grateful smile.
"What were you doing?" Halie asked as we leave my dorm hall, storming into the cold autumn morning.
"I was trying to finish my creative writing project," I mumble sipping from the coffee as I adjusted my scarf.
"What one?" I shrugged as we passed beneath the arch of malting oak trees and I brushed the leaves from my hair.

It was mid-autumn fallen leaves scattered like golden coloured pencil shavings— the streets dicing our town into neat, unfair portions— and me. . .

"Quinn?" I smacked back into the cold morning in time to swerve around a student with a scarf wrapped up to his nose, headphones in staring at the ground.
"What?' I snapped back trying to control my wind flustered hair,
"I asked you what it was about?" I stared at her completely lost.
"What?"
"Your creative writing," I made a stupid looking face at her as I realized what she was asking of me.
"A modern day take on a favourite childhood film." She nodded waiting for me to continue, but my mind was drifting again into worlds further from here.
"Jesus, Quinn stop zoning." I drained my coffee nodding binning it as we walked.
"What is yours about?" my mind slowly ticked over the question, running it through my head and processing it.
"Umm Alice in wonderland," She smiled a little, but I was too tried to over analyze the expression like I would if I had sleep.
"Tell me more."
"It's about a girl, called raven. She's a New York art student who starts to notice strange things all across the city, but all the things seem to have an epicentre. Which is this manhole in an alleyway that was been painted with things from Alice in Wonderland, and the cover to the manhole is painted with all this trippy mushroom business. And well, she opens the cover and falls in." I stop my explanation with a shrug because that's about as far as I got in the story, before she knocked on my door. We were in the eastern part of campus outside our Psych lecture hall as Halie stared at me grinning, was this women on drugs.
"I'm sure you'll do great." I rolled my eyes at her, my slow sluggish brain was screaming at her and her cheeriness to go puke rainbows somewhere else and leave me alone.
"Quinn are you okay?" I stared at her confused; yea I'm fine.
"Quinn?" Why didn't she hear me? Halie I said I was fine.
"Quinn" her hand reached to my face as my frustration was tripped I pushed her away I said I was
"Fine!" her face leaked... worry as I stormed up the stone stairs and into the lecture hall.

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