"There's a game that can grant you your wishes ...The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose."
-Alice-
16-year-old Arisa has always been afraid of being different. After being betrayed and kicked from her school cl...
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Left speechless and taken aback by her statements, I questioned myself, "Uh huh...Have I gone mad?"
In spite of my misguided feelings, I fumbled for my own voice and asked cautiously, "Who are you? And where am I?"
Pouring a cup of tea while setting a teaspoon on the saucer , she didn't bother to look at me before speaking.
"Curiouser and curiouser!"
"You are in wonderland!" she cried, clapping her hands in glee, a freaky smile covering almost the entire length of her face .
"Wonderland...?" Her statement puzzled me ...The sheer absurdity of it was maddening. Or does Wonderland really exist?
"In actual fact, it is a projection of your mindscape but it really doesn't matter."
"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle," her sing-song voice carried over to my ears as shivers crawled down my spine. Her words sounded so playful but hidden beneath it was an underlying sinister tone.
"The name is Alice."
Clearing my voice to speak, I was interrupted by Alice, her voice taking on a deep grave tone, shaking her head mournfully and stirring her sugar filled tea as she spoke.
"I will be kind if I were to mention it, but you are falling down the rabbit hole by being dreadfully savage. Running yourself to the ground by..."
"No one asked for YOUR opinion! You don't go around throwing personal remarks when you have no idea what I have done to survive! Who are you to judge me?" I retorted, snarling, not caring that I had cut through her sentence at all.
There was a dangerous glint in my eye, in an act of defiance to what she had just mentioned.
"If everyone MINDED their OWN business, the WORLD would go around a GREAT deal faster than it does presently!" Tossing my head contemptuously, I fell back onto the chair, knocking the tea cup over.
"I haven't the slightest idea but if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.""You've already have enough experiences in life to notice the amount of damage it is doing to you." She retorted, obviously offended by my outburst. The pupils of her eyes constricted into slits, becoming reptilian like.
