Follow the rabbit.

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  The sky was clear and blue, the sun's warm rays wrapped around my skin, its such a beautiful day. Fall here is warm, I hate it. But oh, how I loved the colors. The trees were showing leaves with colors or orange, red, and brown.

It's lunch at school right now. I sat alone, as usual. I don't have friends, but its okay, I actually prefered to sit alone. People these days seem to only think about drugs and partying, thats all I ever hear my classmates talking about. Not a lot of people seem to interest me these days.

  I was eating lunch under my favorite tree at school. The leaves were a beautiful red-orange color. Trying to block out the "ghetto" music people were playing, I put in my ear buds. Pearl Jam silenced all the voices and music from the people around me. I started doodling in my sketch book, letting my mind roam. Art was always my escape.

  "Alice."

I quickly looked up. I saw something hopping towards me from another tree. No... Not this again. My hands started trembling. I quickly turned up the volume to my music.

  "We're running out of time Alice."

No, Shut up. Its just your imagination. I started drawing more and more, trying to flush the voice. This hasn't happened for months, and now? Why? I was holding back my tears. I finally started living a normal life.

  I felt something nudge my arm. My heart stopped, and I screamed. I looked up to see my art teacher. My heart sank, "I'm so sorry Mr.James." Tears started running down my face as people around me stared. I could hear their whispers. Calling me a freak, an attention seeker. No one understands me.

  Mr. James shot dirty looks at the students whispering. They quickly shut up and looked away. "Alice, you're okay." He smiled. "I was just checking up on you to make sure you were alright." I looked down as my face flushed red. He's always checking on me, making sure I don't have any breakdowns. I looked at him with the biggest smile, "Thank you so much." Sometimes I wonder how he feels about me... I blushed and changed the subject in my head. "I'm going to run to the bathroom and freshen up. I'll see you next period." I got up and dusted off my pants. "Well, don't be late Alice. I worry about you." I smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thanks again."

  I walked to the bathroom, pushing through hordes of people. I pushed open the bathroom door, the lights were off. Good, I'm the only one here. I turned on the faucet and started splashing my face with the cool water. I reached for my jacket to dry my face off. But I felt something else. I looked to see what this damp, sticky and fuzzy object was. I dropped to the floor in shock and tears started running down my face again.

  I was looking at him. The creature I knew as Rabbit. Sound harmless doesn't he? He looks as if he's a decomposing dog sized rabbit. His eyes are black with red irises. His teeth were sharp and drooled blood or black fluids. And the smell. He smelled like rotting flesh. This "rabbit" has been haunting me since I was a kid.

  My parents always thought it was an imaginary friend phase. They were okay with it until I started to become silent, and always covered in bruises or scratches. Then I started to become violent, always landing someone in the hospital. I claimed I did it because death was the only way to "wonderland." I told my parents thats what rabbit told me. He kept telling me that "wonderland" needed me.

  My parents soon sent me to a mental hospital, but to this day, I really don't remember much about those events. I just know he has ruined my life. I have no friends, my parents are scared of me, and I have to take these stupid meds two times a day.

  "Its been a while Alice." He smirked.

"Come on Alice, we really need to go." "Why should I?" I asked. "Alice, It's your parents. I need to tell you some things about them. They aren't who you make them out to be."

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