Alice: The Real Story

Part One: Madness

Well hello there!
If your new or don't like gory and horrifically detailed stories, I suggest you find another book, because this isn't going to be no Disney movie folks.
As fucked up as it is, wonderland isn't some magical place where you drink tea and run away from a power crazy queen.
It's anarchy in its purest form.

But let's not get too ahead of ourselves.
Let's go back to the day it all began.

I was 8 years old, reading a book underneith my favorite tree in a part of the forestry not five minutes from my small house.
I lived in a town so small if you were driving by and blink, you would have already passed by.
Just a store, 20 or so houses and lots of surrounding forestry was what made Clydesdale home.
I was born in a bigger city somewhere in Western Washington, but I couldn't remember the name for the life of me.
I grew up in this small town, homeschooled by my drunken mother and once loving father who passed away when I was 3 from a wood chipper injury. I could tell it tore my mom apart, because instead of taking a shot just for funsies, she would drink a 5th of whisky every night just to go to sleep, and I would always wake up to find her putting Irish cream in her coffee.
It's sad to think about yes, but she never abused me in any way. Even in a drunken rage, she would just yell at our cat Mr. Fiddles for doing something he couldn't possibly do, like drinking all the scotch or "purposely" changing the radio station when one of her songs came on.
My 8 year old mind could understand as much as you would expect it to when my mom was walking funny or laughing at our carpet because the "patterns were funny".
All things aside though, she never forgot to make me a meal or tuck me in at night.
It was just after my 8th birthday and my mom let me go outside to read the new book she got me, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. The very first chapter I fell in love with, and from then on I was absolutely swept away in a river of words and my imagination took control for hours at a time. Nearly a week had passed before I started nearing the end of the book. I told my mom that I was almost done with the book, and it took her two whole months just to get me the next book, and as soon as it was within my grasp I ran out into the dense green forest surrounding my quaint house for my favorite tree I had named Bala.
Bala was a very large willow tree with thick, low sunken branches and covered from trunk to tip in a mix of moss and living or dead vines.
I remember I would sit at the base of the trunk and lean against Bala, it's moss acting as a cushion for my back.
I had just gotten past chapter two when I heard dead sticks and leaves cracking underfoot as an unknown force approached rapidly.
Without second thought I quickly climbed up Bala and anxiously awaited whatever what was to come.
Soon the noises came to a halt and I was strung in deafening silence. What felt like years was only seconds as the figure came into view.
This malicious being was a....
Mr. Fiddles.
I breathed out a sigh of relief and carefully made my way down Bala.
"What are doing this far away from the house?" I asked sternly.
He just sat down and flicked one ear back.
"Mom's gonna be mad." I said trying to get him back to the house.
He seemed to smirk as he laid down and decided to take a bath.
I huffed out angrily at his ignorance and sat down to continue reading my book. I didn't get far when the noises started picking up again and I was again pulled away from my Journey with Bilbo and Gandalf.
"Chester Fiddles stop it right now or I'll put you in bed." I scolded him not taking my eyes off the book.
As if on cue, the noises stopped abruptly. I sighed, once again trying to get comfortable against Bala's soft mossy surface.
"Sometimes I swear.." I said to myself before giving all my attention to the story.
I sat with Bala and Mr. Fiddles until the sun slipped behind the horizon, making my eyes strain against the limited light trying to get the last few chapters in before I started home.
I closed the book and rubbed my eyes, worn out from a days worth of reading. Then again, it did take about mid day to start actually get deep into the story but I remember I was about half way through.
Granted, I was 8 and could read exceptionally well for my age, but since this book has a larger vocabulary it takes me a while to actually understand what's going on.
I stood up and stretched, my joints cracking blissfully after being held in the same position for so long.
"Ready to go home Chester?" I asked as he stretched his oversized body and yawned.
He just looked at me and blinked once.
"Well let's go then." I said and started our walk to our house. I was just breaking the tree line when something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. A flash of a dark figure quickly moving behind me to my left then everything turned to stone.
It was so quiet I could hear the trees breathing with anticipation.
Then I was grabbed from behind by an unknown force and felt a cloth go over my nose. I smelt a sickly sweet smell then immediately began to feel my muscles relax and my eyes drooped while I was freaking out all while this happened.
Not before long, I slipped into blissful darkness where I lay to rest my fears.