Wonderland (but not like grandma alice would remember)

I found it...

"She's mad. She's as mad as an 'atter. No sense o' what to do. Just doodle. It's all she does." I heard a very Nottingham mixed with cockney voice gossip. Oh Aunt Maria, don't you ever learn? I can hear you , you ape.

" well she has been through 'ell. Poor gal' " unfortunately , know one can speak properly here.

In creaky room above a tavern, sat on a bed , I was reading. I had re-found my Grans journal. I shivered at the memory's.

"Cam on Celia, darlin'. We're leavin' soon." We're moving from Nottingham to London. My aunt has a new job. Well, same job, different place. I picked up my patch, putting it on. In the fire abit of the flame caught my eye; thus leaving it a grey-blue colour and blind. I wasn't looking forward to this 'adventure' as my aunt called it. id been to London before. I doubt anything has dramatically changed in 5 years. Christ, its probably only gotten worse. I used to live in London with my mother, my father left us, but i cant remember when, I don't bother trying.

its not like i have friends here. in fact I'm always by myself, I tried socializing with people but it didn't work out. I grabbed my case, and opened the door. i took a deep breath, stepped out of my (old) room, and closed the door.

The rain pattered gently against the glass of the shaky carriage in which my aunt and I sat, in silence. It felt cold, just empty. I wasn't one for massive change. the last massive change in my life only led to misery, how was I to know the out come?

I began to drift into a sleep, as I hummed my self a song.

" You are not alone, for I am here with you, in every war, we will see it through. Though I may be gone, I never left, for my memory's are stored, I'm your heart they're kept."

***

There was a bang against the glass.

" Cam on Celia, we're 'ere." I stepped out of the carriage with little enthusiasm, as I looked around the desolation that is London.

"In 'ere" my aunt hollered to me, whilst opening a door. I wondered inside. The entirety of the inn that I had entered was deserted. All you could hear was the squeaking of a cloth drying a glass from the day dreaming lady behind the bar ( but it was obvious that the glass had been dry for a while). My aunt led me to a compact room, the filth bugged me before I even stepped foot into the room.

"Now you sort ya' self out dear. Can you cam down in about an hour please, I need to take you ...somewhere... love" My aunt said as she proceeded to leave my room , closing the squealing door behind her. I starred at her as she exited with concern. I could tell she had to consider whether to call it 'something' or its actual name. Through pure curiosity , the entirety of my unpacking and cleaning i was considering what this 'somewhere''may be. But me ideas became more and more terrifying , making me anxious. I then told my self i was being silly. But one of my suspicions were later confirmed to be true.

****

The carriage came to a halt outside a large building, the brick work appeared modern...well...more modern than the rest of the brick work I'd seen. I shy'd my way through the building.

"Ahhhh! Celia!" A middle aged man frolicked over to me. "My name is Doctor Mathews." He grasped my hand shaking in, in response I quickly pulled away and held my hand to my chest in shock.

...

"I AM FINE!" I screamed to Dr.Mathews for what felt to be the 100th time.

"Listen Celia. We're not saying your mad; just not all there."

"I refuse to stand for this."

" Then please sit" Mathews retorted.

"I wont sit for it either!" I said louder than planned. I gave him a stern look, then, walking at a quick pace, left the room , ignoring his yells directed at me. I ran out of the building into the busy street. I ran into any direction, down , I think, what could have been the dirtiest street I could have chosen! In the blindness of the mud i bumped into an elderly women. Stumbling back, I looked up at the towering figure. I recognized her face. She looked like someone I'd seen out of a picture.

" Ginia?"

" Awfully sorry dear, must be in such a rush. I will move."

"Ginia!"

"Um...yes?" Ginia was a friend of my Grans.

"I'm C-Celia" I stuttered. Im not good with new people.

"Well. If it is. You do look very similar to your mother. Lets not chat here, come with me." The elderly women began to wobble away, leading me off the street and leading me up another.

***

" This is my garden."  The elderly women led me to her garden on her room. It held pots of wilting flowers, and untrimmed hedges. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I dared not tell her no, but it wasn't. It had a ghostly air to it. A rejected feel.

" 'tis " I responded quietly. She knelt down to attend a plant. I had , had a lovely conversation with her, but when we came up here, we both quietened down. Only speaking with simple sentences. A silence swallowed us...but then a rumbling broke it. The ground beneath me shook. I looked up in horror at Ginia, but soon found my self becoming more horrified as i watched Ginia slowly grow; I watched at she straitened up in chunky moves, as he clothes ripped, claws sprung in place of her hands. She turned with great pace, revealing a hideous face.

"Ceeeliaaah" her voice sounded like thousands of empty souls all in sync. I stumbled back, fear rushing through me faster than my blood. I began to feel the ground beneath me give in. In the splits of the ground, light began to shine through, flashing many colours. The creature that was Ginia began to approach me with huge steps. Every step equaled the ground to crumble a little more. Eventually pieces of the ground began to fall through, revealing a twisting tunnel. Confusion and fear raced through me. Then, the ground, right beneath me , fell through...and I fell with it...and that's how i got here...in wonderland.