100 Days in Wonderland (Heather and Jasmine)

I knew very litte about what was happening to me. I knew I was small. When I wasn't being consumed by darkness I was towered over by a table. Like a cat to a  mouse. The mouse shaking uncontrollably knowing its fate was to become a meal.

That was me only I didn't know my fate. I knew almost nothing. There was only the little bit about me. My name, Alison Cooper. My age, 16. My life, well, that's where I drew a blank. I knew I was wearing a little blue dress and had long blonde hair just by looking. Besides that I knew nothing. My flow of consciousness was staggered and I suddenly grew light-headed and fainted.

When I awoke from the darkness I found a cake. It was the oddest thing to me. Yet not as odd as the high red door almost touching the ceiling. Through the crack shone a bold gold light. A light as bright as heaven itself. Something about it made my heart flutter like a soaring eagle. It felt familiar, like home somehow. I couldn't reach for it though I longed for it. Directly across from it where  stood was a brown small door, a little taller then me.

I walked up to it clumsily from being dizzy from my unpredictable wave of consciousness. I turned the handle. Locked. A key hole was there yet there was no key. I looked through the slot. It was pitch black, like I was blind. I went back to under the table starting to sob.

Was this something I did regularly-crying? I sobbed even harder because I didn't know the answer. I knew absolutely nothing about me. A normal person most likely didn't go through this. Or did they? Were all of them locked in a room waiting to come out? Did they not know what was happening?

Maybe this was normal. All other people felt like this. Trapped and frustrated waiting to be saved and welcomed with memories and sunlight. But logic in my head seemed to disagree. I knew I was in trouble yet I didn't know how. Being the nervous eater I am I picked up the cake and chomped away.

How did I remember such a thing about me? It may have been a small fact about myself but I remembered. I quickly spat out the mushy cake. It tasted as if I was eating rotten eggs. Paper. Paper had started falling from the sky. And why you may ask? We may never know. But it was extremely helpful though I may not have known it at the moment. 'EAT ME' it read in big, fancy letters. 'EAT ME'.  I pushed the cake even farther away from me. What if it was poisoned? They couldn't and wouldn't fool me.

I suddenly ran out of consciousness again. The blackness pulling me under like a wave. I had no time to even think about it though my body didn't fight against it.

I awoke to find I was still there. In the boring brown striped wallpapered room. Would I ever get out? It seemed quite impossible. A feeling suddenly struck me when I looked around and realized, there was no one. I never really took the time to think about it but I was alone. I must have skipped past that fact when I was panicking. I was lonely. The feeling stuck like glue. And more than ever I wanted to eat the cake, fast, wanting to throw up the whole time. If I was going to die, it would be the quickest and easiest way to do it. However, I didn't die.

I grew.

I shook my head in frustration. This could not be happening. My tears rolled down my cheeks,  a simple inch or two puddle at my feet. Then it was a couple feet, but I grew and grew until it was like a waterfall coming out of my eyes. suddenly it was up to my chin. I could drown in it any minute. 

A perfect way to end this pathetic life I called mine.