My Trip to Wonderland

Chapter 8

 The forest was like my personal hell. Do you ever feel that when you are all alone at night and your body was on full alert, well I was like that right now, as I was in this dark and creepy forest .It was now when I felt and understood the true meaning of being alone .The Cat disappeared like a fog, quickly blown away by the wind. Why was he the only one that did not scare me?  That I really could not answer. The true meaning of alone, when there is no one there to hold you and hide you when you’re scared, when your alone in the dark and it comes to attack you and take you down and no one is out there to save you and when you scream for help all you end up is chocking on your owns screams of terror, while everyone else in the world is in the good you are in the dark truly suffocating. But as I learned not all light is good and not all dark is evil. I feel cold, inside and out. My skin froze as the wind threw itself against it, cutting it deep with its bitter coldness. My heart grew cold and turned against me, just for running away. It was like the wind thrashed itself deep in my own blood and froze it.  The freezing spread to my heart and then I fell it turn ice, hard and cold.  Call me love struck, crazy or even sick but I think I am broken. The worst bit is I never realised I was until the Cat came along, then it’s like I’m changing.  I’m falling for evil, or maybe darkness himself.

What was it about him that appealed me so much? Did I want to mess with evil, or did I want to see what it felt like, to be with evil. But what if he wasn’t evil, what if all this time he was really good.

The feeling of curiosity edged my mind as I walked through the dark forest, so deep in my own thoughts to not notice anything. Curiosity just got me into trouble, so I couldn’t let it win. It was then the fear took over, the fear getting out of here. It clawed inside me like a monster trying to escape, lashing out on my insides just waiting to be alert. I felt so weak, so vulnerable to this wood, if it wanted to attack me; I would gladly surrender and be engulfed into the cold ground below. It was then my senses went on high alert, a movement in the trees, that’s all it took for the fear to escape and electrify through me. Showing I was not cold, or even alone anymore. I was in danger, the danger made my heart go a hundred and the ice blood boil in me, causing my heart pumping wild to get the burning agony in my chest.  Who was out there, or even what was out there? And were they out to kill me?

I gulped down my saliva trying to quench my now dry and burning throat, as I stepped to the source of the movement.  It’s now getting harder to breath as my lungs dry out and my body screams to run back. But a force chained me down making me move towards danger as the chains tightened so did my lungs and it was just getting harder and harder to breathe. The source was a magnet and my body was metal, it was so hard to resist and rebel against the awful burning temptation to find the source of the movement. The more my mind resisted my very own body gave me in, I was a quitter and I was now losing this battle of fighting against the sweet temptation of the source curiosity gave me to find. It was like curiosity was a puppet master and drew chains on me forcing me to danger, controlling my own body and making my brain go crazed.  I would now die here and my body ignited the awful fire of fear and the dreaded curiosity. I was trapped in the very nightmare I created.

It was a blur, just a quick blue as I passed those arches of dark trees around me to find the table of tea. There was a metallic blood smell in the air as my gut twisted and turned inside me making me want to gag. It was then the hated figure stepped out and my blood froze as my body became paralyzed in front of him.  What if I told you the hatter was a monster and sane? Or even like what we portray as Sweeney Todd, would your jaw drop, would you run away if you saw him or would you be evil yourself and like this hatter. Well I wanted to run because the funny insane hatter we loved wasn’t here no instead stood a completely jaw dropping hatter. I guess nothing is real in those fantasy movies and Hatter won’t come to my rescue, he will be the reason of my death, maybe.

He smiled evilly, it made even the Cat look nice, the smile was so vile and venom was behind those bright blue and brown eyes of his. He tooth smiled at me showing his bright gold teeth. He was wearing red and I don’t know what the fabric was it looked so rare. His hat was laced up high above his head and before he spoke I knew his next words as his deep calm voice left his lips “Join me for tea?” It was the slight swift of a nod which changed my view of this Hatter.

It was when he led me towards the table and poured out a red thick liquid in my cup, I thought it was red tea, how I wish it was. He gave me a meat pie and I stood there as I smelled the air of the metallic smell.  I sat down at the head of the long table while he sat opposite far away. It was then I tasted the red liquid and chocked on it, it was then that all I remembered was his evil laugh boom through the air. “Sleep Rosy soon your flesh will be a new collection to my hats.” With the whisper of those cold truthful words, I fell into the darkness and the darkness was scary, and I knew at that moment no one else will save me. So I Rosy White will have to save myself.