September Skies, Lies, and Butterflies (Thirty Day Writing Challenge)

Day 4

Day Four: Now write something based on the quote.

A/N: So this is super dark. I think I need to go read my Bible now since I wrote this, or watch Veggie Tales or something:)

Sometimes, when I woke up, I wasn't in my white room. Sometimes, I was among to flowers. But this time, when I opened my eyes and peered out of the grass, then flowers weren't the same.

They used to sing pretty songs to me, but it changed that day. That day, they didn't sing pretty songs. They didn't sing any songs at all. But they made noises at me, oh yes! Scary noises that came with sharp teeth. They were not friendly flowers, I thought.

A red ooze dripped out of the not so friendly flowers, and that was not pleasant at all. But I kept walking, because the not so friendly flowers didn't seem to care about me. They just licked the red ooze off of each others faces and fangs. Maybe that was friendly.

The water, once so pretty and blue, was now red. Red like the ooze on the flowers. Red like the limp person laying beside the water. Red like the ooze a flower was lapping up from his body. Maybe the flowers killed the poor little man, and that was not nice.

"Why, hello Alice." A voice called. Oh, I knew that voice. I smiled a little to myself, because the strange little floating voice always brought me a little comfort. I turned, but screamed when I saw what was behind me.

Of course, it was that dreaded cat, but we was even more dreadful looking than before. With a long, skinny neck, ribs showing, a broad evil smile with little flecks of red stuck between his teeth. Why, he looked as though he belonged right along with the flowers.

"Not happy to see me, Alice? I would think you should be. I know where your Hatter is." His voice was not happy like the other times I'd seen the cat. No, it was smooth and raspy. It was a nice sound, but one that would not be associated with nice things.

"Hatter? Where is he? What's happened to this place?" I asked, gazing around, because he wasn't the same and the flowers weren't the same and nothing was the same anymore in this 'non-waking up to my white room' place.

"The Queen of Hearts, of course. She's got him, and she made this Wonderland all her own." He chuckled. "I think she did a handy job with it."

"What will happen to Hatter? Why has she got him?" I whispered, because I wasn't sure I wanted the cat to hear and answer.

"Why, she'll eat him of course. She's been doing that a lot lately. I guess she likes the taste of her servants heads just as much as she likes offing them." With this, the cat laughed out loud, and I was horrified. Hatter? My Hatter? Eaten by the dreaded queen?

"But she was gone. Last time, remember? We stopped her. She couldn't be back. That's mad!" I cried, starting to feel tears welling in my eyes.

"Everything is mad here, Alice. Surely you've at least learned that." The cat said, and with a last chuckle, bounded away from me.

But I was not the same girl as the one in the white room. No, here in this place, I was the great Alice. I'd saved them all. Hatter was mine. The cat, however awful he was, was always happy to misguide me. Now, now my place was filled with red ooze and hearts.

I set about towards the castle, where the Queen of Hearts lived when I saved this place from her. I assumed she was back living there, considering the large amount of cards marching in the front. It was unbearable, seeing the large amounts of red ooze on their fronts. Was any of that ooze Hatter?

It was slowly getting dark in this non sleep land. I wasn't sure if the time was like time in the white room, long and endless, or if the days passed by more subtly, with colors and smells.

Somehow, I knew where the dungeons were, and I knew Hatter would be there, if he wasn't in the Queen of Hearts already. The dungeons dripped with ooze and slime and water. Nothing friendly in this place. And yet, I could hear breathing. Oh, sweet breathing. Was it my own, or someone else's?

"Hatter?" I whispered in a yelling fashion, walking quietly down the halls and hoping not to draw the attention from any guards.

"Alice?" I meek voice sounded. It was so weak, I would have almost missed it had I not been searching for it so.

"Hatter!" I exclaimed, running towards it. He was chained by the wrists, forced into a sitting position. His dark curls were dirty and matted, his cheeks bruised and bloody. That didn't stop me from kissing him, full on the mouth, with what little part of his cheeks that weren't bruised clasp into my hands. I kissed his lips, his cheeks, his forehead. Everywhere, because I thought I'd never see him again.

"Alice, you have to leave. Go! They're coming back!" He screamed, although it was too late. I heard the guards marching before I could say anything more. Slowly, admitting some sort of defeat, I kissed Hatter tenderly once more, and stooped into a corner.

But that only hid my appearance. I didn't cover Hatter's screams, or the sound of flesh ripping, blood pouring and slurping. My hands covered my ears, asking myself over and over why in the world a raven was like a writing desk, but nothing worked. My eyes squeezed, Hatter screaming.

When Hatter's screams faded away, my own screams were there. But the dungeon was gone, the flowers were gone, even that awful cat was gone. The white room was back, and so was the man in the ugly white coat, who always told me to take the blue pill in-between the yellow and green pills, but only on days that ended in 'Y.'

"Come back to reality, Alice." He said, staring at me. I stopped screaming, turning over to face him.

"This is not reality." I whispered, although maybe it was. My Hatter was dead. Gone. Eaten. And the man sitting before me smiles like a cat.