Hell In Wonderland

Prologue

Have you ever heardthe story of my mother? Most of you would have, Alice in Wonderland. I’m her daughter, Alison. She died, the tragedy took over me. But days before her death, she told me about a place. A place called Wonderland. I didn’t believe at first, but then, after weeks of her past away, I started to think she was telling the truth.

It all sounds ridiculous. But, something about the ways she said it, it made it sound real. Another thing happened; I fell down a rabbit hole and couldn’t get out, that’s another reason for my belief. So far everything she said has come true. But, you may not believe, but it’s true. Wonderland, I think, exists.

Before you go outside and look for it, don’t. It’s turned into a hell. Worse than when the red queen ruled. A darkness came over it. She said she was once the only one who could save Wonderland, every time she succeeded. But now, she said that, I will have to. I’m the next Alice. But, this is one curse I don’t think I’ll be able to lift. The tragedy of her death, the long time since she visited, that’s when the dark side of Wonderland broke out.

The only thing that’s different from my mother and me is my hair, my hair is dead black. I thought people thought I looked like my mother, so I dyed it. My mother didn’t like it, but at the time, I didn’t care about what she thought.

I didn’t like being thought of as the daughter of the crazy woman who fell in a hole and hit her head claiming that everything she told me was true. Claiming that there are two twins called Twiddle-Dee and Twiddle-Dum, or a hatter who was mad, or even a monster called a Jabberwocky. No one believed her, I was embarrassed by her, I laughed at. She told me to ignore them, I couldn’t block out the snide comments of the people. Every time I walked down the road, I got a stare of ‘that’s the crazy woman’s daughter’. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her, she was everything to me but I just wish that she wasn’t known as that.

Anyway, here I can escape the comments and stares. Or can I? They might look at me and think “is that Alice’s daughter? Why is she here? Will she lift the curse?” but at least it wouldn’t be a stare of ‘crazy woman’s daughter’.

When I fell into Wonderland, I knew it wasn’t right, the look of it. My mother described it differently, but even if she hadn’t told me, I knew it wasn’t right. Just being here, it feels off, like you know it’s meant to be something completely different.

This is only the beginning of my journey. This is the story of how I tried to save Wonderland.