Twisted Disney Princesses

Alice in Wonderland

Who are you Alice? Who are you Alice? Who are you really? Do you know? You should know, shouldn't you? Yes, yes you should....

"Who am I? Who am I? Who am-" "Alice dear, the doctors here. Open the door please dear." Breaking her icy stare with her mirror, Alice carefully turned herself to face the door; large, white and covered in scratches; each deep and harsh, making the oak seem to be bleeding, sap and dark, deep blood seeping down the door, nearing the floor as it dripped down the door at such speed, Alice was almost sure the door had a heart beat, pushing the sappy blood out the door. All of this seemed so real, Alice felt she could reach out and touch it, so realistic it amazed her. "Or is it?" Alice murmured as she brought herself up to her full height. "Is it what dear? Please, let us in dear. He wants to help you get better, can't have you up here all day dear, you'll become frightfully sick, didn't you know?" Blinking rapidly and shaking her head, Alice took one more look at the door, only to see it plain, white and untouched. Whatever medication the last doctor had given her had started to work again, so at least that was a good sign. Carefully padding over to the door, Alice grasped the door handle and pulled the door open only a small crack. "Hello Alice dear, I'm Doctor Lawrence, I'm here on behalf of your other doctor, Mr Philips, as he's been struck down with a frightful case of the flu. Now, how about you open the door fully and I'll come in and take a look at you dear." Alice moved her eyes up and down at the man that stood at her door. She could only see very little through the crack she had made, she was only able to pick up on his well tailored black jacket and shiny black shoes, his little briefcase he had clutched to his right side and the edge of his well ironed collar. His face was leaning away from the crack for some reason, so to indulge her curiosity, Alice carefully opened her door and turned to allow the Doctor and her mother to enter. Sitting herself at her little vanity desk, she finally turned to face the man so she could get a good look at his face. A small gasp left her lips as Alice was met with a man with unusually messy ginger hair, the brightest orange you could imagine, with large, untamed ginger eyebrows and mismatched eyes. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Alice decided she'd rather look at her hands than the Doctor, he reminded her too much of the little Mad Hatter she had met at the other end of the rabbit hole. "Alice dear, are you quite alright? You look quite pale dear, shall I get you something to eat or drink?" Alice shook her head, fiddling with the small lace ribbon which held her nightgown shut, hearing a small clearing of the throat from the Doctor, which caused Alice to flinch slightly. "Doctor, can i get you anything to drink? Perhaps some tea or a glass of water?" Alice could hear her mother get to her feet, a habit she'd picked up everytime a Doctor visited her daughter, as she hated to hear her daughter repeat the same story every single time, it broke her heart. "That would be lovely thank you. Perhaps tea would be nice?" Alice knew her mother was smiling, the longer she was out of the room the less she had to hear. As Alice listened to her mother's footsteps neared the door of her room, she felt something change, as she didn't leave right away. "Alice dear, tea?", which Alice took as "Say yes, I don't want to be here for this one", so Alice obliged. "Yes please mother." And with that, she left. As soon as the door closed, Alice felt the Doctor shift towards her, kneeling at her feet. "Alice, I need you to look at me.", his sudden movement and voice startling her, but she followed as he said. When she looked at him she felt a wave of surprise and sadness. Gone were the wafts of bright orange hair and crazy looking eyes, instead, well kept and slicked back black hair took its place, joined by deep, caring brown eyes and a well kept goatee. Shifting from his squatted position, he stood up, holding Alice's hands to bring her with him. "Alice, you looked surprised when you finally looked at me. What brought that on?" She went to look down, finding comfort and solace in the pattern on her carpet but the doctor's harsh hand met her chin, holding her face gently, keeping her eyes on him. "Look at me dear and explain." Alice shook her head, trying to find something to look at on her walls, feeling the anxiety building, trying to find anything, anything at all, that wasn't the doctor's eyes. "Alice, I need you to tell me why you won't look at me, why you think I look like someone you know, and why your Doctor chose me." Suddenly Alice's eyes flew wide open and joined with the Doctors. "He... he picked you? Is he" Alice gulped, "Even sick?". The Doctor signed and shook his head, removing his hand from Alice's chin and instead placing them with Alice's hands, still clutching her own. The Doctor nodded, moving away from Alice to open his briefcase, pulling out a small blue file, reminding Alice briefly of a dress from her 'dream'. Placing the file on the chair, the Doctor removed his jacket, showing a beautifully made waistcoat and fine linen shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, showing a small, leather bound watch, with a little gold leaf on the buckle. Lifting the file, the Doctor indicated to Alice for her to sit back down, as the Doctor sat on the writing desk by the window of her room; his features became calm and comfortable as he watched the birds Alice knew had recently been born. "Doctor Phillips gave me a sketch you drew while you were under his care, a sketch he found to be scarily accurate to myself. I must know; have you seen me before Alice? In a dream or in person?" She watched as his eyes drifted round the room, flittig over small artefacts her father had left her when he passed away, until his eyes met hers. Alice sighed, knowing which sketch he was talking about, and turned her eyes to the window. "The Hatter. He was-is my friend. He appeared to me when I was under Doctor Phillips care, and prior to that, when I was lost in the rabbit hole," Alice paused, taking a quick glance at the Doctor, before drifting her eyes back to the window. "He helped me when I didn't know where I was, when I felt scared and alone and when-" Alice stopped, looking at the Doctor, seeing his waiting and expecting eyes, as she quickly looked at the window again. She took a breath and looked down. "My mother shall return soon, she hates to hear the story all the time, it gives her nightmares." The Doctor nodded and went to move back to his seat when he suddenly spoke up, "You came to the Institute, muttering about a desk, a writing desk and a raven, am I correct?" Alice's breathing stopped. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Suddenly the room started to spin, the walls started to close in on her; Alice felt the wall push forward until she fell back and hit her vanity table. The doctor made no move to help her and stayed in his seat. "Can you remember me Alice? Can you remember my riddle? Can you remember who you are Alice?" The room began to spin faster and faster, the voice of the Doctor fading further and further as Alice dropped to the floor suddenly, her head feeling heavy and her heart felt like it was racing a mile a minute. Suddenly the room stopped spinning, Alice felt the floor dampen around her head. "It's all going to be okay dear, you'll be with us soon..."

As her eyes opened, Alice felt a small throb in the back of her head which pushed Alice to open her eyes pale, vacant eyes. The room still felt like it was swimming but the walls, the walls made Alice smile a little, she knew them. The wonky bricks, the silly paint job that didn't match anything, and the floor, good god; the floor made Alice laugh. She hadn't seen or thought about these old, cracked red and white titles for over 2 years, and she couldn't help but let out a little giggle, then the giggle became a laugh and the laugh just kept growing and growing until Alice could feel her sides nearly splitting with joy. "That's the laugh we've missed" Alice nearly jumped forty feet in the air, gripping the side of the armchair..armchair? She could have sworn moments ago she'd been laying on the floor of her bedroom; and then it clicked, the Doctor, the strange reactions and the, the "The writing desk riddle." Alice jumped and turned round to the voice, feeling tears spill down her already aching cheeks from the smile as her eyes met the ever-crazed Hatter that she'd missed so much. "I dreamed of you Hatter, I dreamed you were my doctor." The Hatter smiled, tipped his hat and held out his arm for Alice, "What a strange dream my dear, shall we?"