Alice in Grimland

"Why is a Raven like a writingsdesk?" 

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This isn't a 'Once upon a time' kind of story, and it probably doesn't end well, so don't expect me to be those soft-hearted, lovey dove storyteller, hell, this isn't even a story about me.

This story is about a girl I used to know, I still see her every day, but she changed. When I smile, she smiles, when I'm combing my hair, she's doing it too. And she's amazing, she can do it at the exact same time, like a mindreader. Confused? Well, when I touch the mirror, she's touching the tip of my finger. No, still not a story about me, because I changed, or she changed, because I don't know who I am anymore. I knew who I was this morning, but I changed a few times since then, y'know? No, this is a story about the girl I used to be, a story about Alice...

September 2013

The summer went by like a train, not those old trains where you had to fill them with coal, but those modern new ones, who pass with the speed of light. It was a grey morning, like almost all mornings in England and there was no sign of life in the street. 

I was dreaming again, no, it was different, it felt like... A memory? 

"I'll bring you to the Hare and the Hatter"

"The Wrong Alice!"

"Off with her head, off with her head, off with her head!"

It kept echoing in my mind, I couldn't handle it anymore, but also not the psychiatrists. 4 years I had to go each week, only to hear them say that I have gone mad! I'm 19 now, free to do and say what I want, when I want to. My mother is in prison now, so that could be the reason, trying to strangle me. Her own daughter, because she couldn't handle my illusions! The saddest part is that I can't remember what happened, not even those 'illusions'. Only the stories they told me, they keep telling me, like it's my fault. "Forget it Alice, it's just a dream"...

Who said that? I can't remember, can't remember anything from my past....