I'm Not Crazy

Im Still Not Crazy

"How ever are we going to get you out of here dear Alice?" Cheshy curled up next to me, rubbing dried blood onto my crisp hospital gown.

Petting his head, I said "Maybe you should ask Hatter for help." He snorted.

"That buffoon can't think himself out of a oversized paper bag, much less fit into it. He'd have to crawl to get through these halls. Besides, the portals are to small for him."

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot."

"The Red Queen wouldn't be much use, she's still furious at you for ruining her party. The White Rabbit is dead. Poor fool was decapitated by the Queen in an fury. The March Hare and the Dormouse were crushed to death by the very contraption they built to kill the Hatter. The Caterpillar has evolved into his winged shape and is nowhere to be found while the corpse of the Duchess lays still impaled on the gates of the Red Queens Palace. The poor King faints whenever he comes upon it, the weak fellow. Things have simply been a mess since you left."

"Oh dear."

I can't color anymore. After what Cheshy told to me about what Wonderland has become, I started editing my pictures to match reality's current state. "Dead bodies! Oh how horrid!" They said, and wrapped me up in an old, musty yellow straightjacket. Cheshy helps me out of it when the nurses are gone, but when we hear their hollow footsteps down the hall it's a great rush to put it back on. They took away my chalk privileges and only let me do any sort of drawing when I eat lunch. They'll take off my jacket and run out of the cell like I'm going to chase them out like a jabberwock or some ghastly creatures like that.

No one has come to visit me yet, but it's only day 36, I'm sure they'll come.

I'm sure of it.

Sure.

I sure hope so.

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Dear wonderfully twisted readers,

I will be leaving on Friday for a five day camp and won't return til Tuesday. I'll have a chapter up day after that. Have a WONDERFUL weekend.

With love,

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