Hell In Wonderland

1. Down the Rabbit Hole

People stared; people watched my every move as I walked down the street. They watched the way I moved, the way I was straightening out my dress and pulling my black hoodie over my black hair. The wind pulled hair in my eyes and the blue bow at the top of my head was the only thing that kept all my hair from falling into my face. I was meant to look like Dorothy from ‘the Wizard of Oz’ but I didn’t have red shoes so I just wore my black converse and my ripped and laddered black tights underneath.

I lived in an orphanage now and always had to sneak out which was easy considering there were vines of flowers that let up to my window. My friend’s house wasn’t too far to walk from here; I just had to avoid the stares. The looks on their faces said ‘poor crazy girl’s mother died’. They didn’t even attempt to hide their looks, they simply gazed at me.

I am almost to her house, so close. I am so happy I have friends that know I’m not crazy like people claim my mother is. Maybe I am crazy, I am the one who is the quiet, emo sort of type. The one who is creative but keeps it all in. I’m not emo though, that’s all I’m saying. I’m the odd one out in my group, they all giggle over fashion and normal teenage shit while I sit there thinking what life would be like if I wasn’t known as crazy. Would I be like my friends? Would I have the same friends? What would my life be like? So many unanswered questions that I would never know the answer too.  Wish there was a place where being mad was normal, where I wasn’t stared at.

I had kind of got use to the stares of people, it had been going on since I could walk. I understood why though, even in the playground people came up and tested to see if I am crazy or if I believe my mother (which I don’t). Everything she said sounds stupid and completely absurd, I’m like everyone else, not believing her. She knew that I didn’t though.

I made it to Ever’s house, relived as I knocked on the door and was let in.

We and hugged and she let me in.

“How are you? I can see you dressed up as a white witch.” The short white dress made her red hair stand out, she wore a black cloak that was really startling against the pure white colour. She was kind of the “leader” but was really nice and wouldn’t hurt a fly, or so I would think. I sometimes teased her that she is a white witch or something as she was too nice for anything and because acts a bit weird and secretive sometimes.

Greyson came out and slung his arm around me, I shook it off. Despite my reputation, he liked me. He always flirted with me for no reason; he knew that I didn’t want anyone like that in my life. And after him followed Hope, she has dark hair and mocha coloured skin and was amazingly beautiful. She was dressed up as a cat, a blue cat if not anything. She was one person in the group who always smiles, I mean, even when it’s a sad time, she is still grinning so it looked eerie sometimes.

Greyson hadn’t dressed up, I knew he wouldn’t, he was too much of a guy to do so. I folded my arms as I was greeted with hugs and then I noticed something. The smell of alcohol radiated off him. I looked at him and then at Ever questioningly.

“He had a couple drinks before he came here.”

Obviously more than a couple, I thought. I walked into the kitchen that led outside, I stepped onto the porch. Outside was decorated with pumpkins and I walked outside and watched the orange glow compared to the purple evening. I could hear the girls giggling and talking inside as the cool night’s air blew over me. I took a sweeping look over the “scary” yard.

As I searched around, I saw something. A rabbit hole. Maybe it was just a coincidence my mother fell in one and there was one here now. It was just a coincidence.

I walked back inside, back to my friends.

“So who’s up for some horror movies?” asked Greyson, they both looked at him, shaking their heads.