She woke up to living nightmares and dreaming fantasies, she remembered nothing but everything at the same time.
Alice gaze surveyed the pristine black and white bedroom in horrifying awe that almost blinded the pain that throbbed between her upper thighes in a similar to a drum during a heavy metal festival. The past night crashed against her like the waves during the high tides foaming memories of pastel pills, flickering lights and the Mad Hatter.
Mad hatter, the man that resembled golden summer days but had eyes like bitter icy winters trapped her in his drugging blissful smirk and glittering blue eyes that led her to fall deep into darkness of a unknown rabbit hole. ' 'Clap!' Her head swung painfully to see the golden man in his pride shinning in his bright golden toned glory like a statuesque adonis wrapped in the gauze of warm living flesh and blood like material that weaved this man together to form in front of her.
He walked slowly to the mattered disray of sheets and blankets and fragile object that lay across them, her skin bruised by fury of his passion and her rebellion against submission flowered like the fresh spring times across her smooth cream white legs and elegant arms. He watched slyly as she just simply sat there with a dumb founded look of a child being that the joys of fictional characters like Santa Clause were simply a myth to keep a child busy with materialistic toys on the one specific day parents could relax. He slowly halted to a stop at the bed and climbed upon it like a Puma stalking its prey before elegantly lunging. He simply sat beyond with the bright lights and glittering darkness, he was a prism of humanity created by the pefection of genetics and sheer luck of fame and wealth.
He sat down on the white sheets, stroking the fabric like the salty froth on the soaked sand by the beach, he just sat there in thought of silence, watching as his soft hand traced thr wealthy fabric before slowly rising his head to stare at her, at her...The Hatter facial features transformed in front of her very eyes shifting to care and tender to that of a shark, dead and lifeless, he slowly pulled his mouth into a sly smirk of a vulture ready for its feed finally slicing the vocal silence with the sharpness of his words,
"Get out and be stout."
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Alice Malice
Cerita Pendek"A story that showed the trail of a girl who shone the brightest but hid the darkest within." She was the type of girl who wore her purity and youth draped in a pretty blue dress Until he came along and taught her the ways of pastel pills and prett...
