Set in modern day life, but with quite a change in todays society's standards.Especially in London. London had reverted back to their 19th century ways, and gothic Lolita fashion was all the rage. One day (Reader) (Last Name), an aristocrat who's fa...
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(Reader) screamed as she fell further and further down. "Oliver!" She screamed, hoping he would hear her. 'Am I falling, or do I just feel like I'm falling!?' She wondered, this being the clear thought she had during her fall.
(Reader)'s screams kept getting louder and louder the longer she fell. Her voice began getting scratchy, and her screams became slightly hoarse. It wasn't the fall alone that was making her scream, it was a main factor, but the fact that (Reader) was surrounded by nothing but darkness as far as the eye could see was frightening her as well.
"GAH!" (Reader) yelped in pain, as she began to get hit by different things. She could hear fabric being torn, though she couldn't see where it was coming from, she assumed it was from her dress. (Reader) began screaming louder the more she fell, got hit by things she couldn't see, and heard fabric ripping.
'How long have I been falling for?! And how much longer will I countinue to fall!?' (Reader) wondered. She wanted despreatly to stop screaming, but she couldn't. The longer she fell, the more screamed. Eventually, the darkness changed. The darkness surrounding (Reader) started to illuminate, but only with the slightest ray of light.
Dispite it still being dark, (Reader) was rather happy that she was beging to see things other than darkness. (Reader)'s surroundings illuminated greatly, as a clock with planetary symbols instead of numbers passed her. 'Those are the same symbols that are on my necklace!' (Reader) noticed.
She still couldn't do anything but scream. "AH!" (Reader) screamed in pain, as something extreamly sharpe cut her forearm. (Reader) kept screaming, her voice getting more hoarse by the second. Her vocal coards hurt, her arms and legs hurt, and she was still falling.
(Reader)'s fall began to slow down, as she came out of the darkness. She started floating down; while two butterflies with extreamly large, blue wigs flew around her waist. (Reader) had stopped screaming, but she still felt uneasy.
She took in the scenery around her, "oh my. I've never scene anything like this! I'm getting to see the world from a birds point of view! It's simply stunni- AH!" (Reader) started screaming again, as the two butterflies left her sides. (Reader) started to fall down, yet again. She fell through, what felt like, thousands of different trees. Until she stopped falling.
(Reader) had shut her eyes tightly, once she began falling again. She didn't feel like she was falling anylonger, so she opened her eyes. She looked around her, to take in her surroundings. "This is not...the most...ladylike...postion...I could've landed in." (Reader) paused in between words, struggling to move.
Indeed, the postion (Reader) had landed in was most un-ladylike. She had been caught by several vines. (Reader) was thankfull that she hadn't fallen to her death, but she was very uncomfortable.
(Reader)'s wrists had been pinned above her head, one of her legs was dangaling while the other was spread far from her other leg, and was being elevated at an almost ninety-degree angle. "Well, at least I'm not dead." She sighed. (Reader) look upward as she heard something snap. "Hm? AH!" (Reader) briefly screamed, before hitting the ground - hard.
"Well! That was an...expierence." (Reader) huffed. Her left wrist was still caught by the vines that had caught her from falling. (Physics work differently here! OKAY!) (Reader) stood up, and pulled her wrist free from the tangled up vines.
"Where am I?" (Reader) asked herself. (Reader) did a slow spin, so she could take in her surroundings. She looked at the skirt of her dress, and the sleeves of her dress. She lifted her skirt up slightly, and looked at the white tights she was wearing. "Their ruined! Absoultly filthy! A shame, really. These were my favourite tights." (Reader) sighed, as she let go of her dress.
(Reader)'s sleeves where tattered, as was her skirt. Bits of her corset were peeking out of the tattered parts on the torso of her dress. She leaned down and dusted the front, and back, of her skirt off. "How do I even begin to explain my look to mother!?" (Reader) asked herself, placing her hands on her hips.
(Reader) gasped, remembering her mother's necklace. She reached her hands up to her neck, and felt the cold silver that was resting just slightly below her collar bone. (Reader) let out a sigh of relief as she looked around.
She was surrounded by trees, as far the eye could see. (Hey that kinda rhymes.) (Reader) felt a sense of hopelessness creep in. (Reader) knew full well that she was no longer in her back yard. And Oliver was no where to be found. Not having Oliver by her side, made the feeling of hopelessness worse.
(Reader) was about to break into tears, when she heard loud footsteps heading twoards her. She turned around to catch a brief glimps of the person running twoards her. "Watch out!" The person yelled at (Reader). But they were to close, and were running to fast, for (Reader) to have time to react. "GAH!" The two yelped, they clashed together.
(Reader) was nocked back into the dirt, while the stranger was laying on the ground just a few feet away from (Reader). "Oh...ow." (Reader) whimpered, as she began sitting up while holding her head with her hand. (Reader)'s left arm was now throbbing even more, and she could barely tolerate the pain that was shooting up her arm. 'I feel sick.' (Reader) thought to herself, while sucking in air through her teeth.
The air entering (Reader)'s lungs, only made her gag even more. (Reader) heard shuffeling a few feet away, looked up to see where it was coming from. The person who crashed into (Reader), was quickly scrambling to get up. Once they were up, they immedatly started running again.
(Reader) was able get decent look at the person who crashed into her. (Reader) was able to tell that they were not yet an adult, judging by the Ouji fashion that they were wearing. She also came to the conclusion that they were a boy, by what they were wearing. (Reader) stood up, and watched the person run futher and futher away from her.
"What a rude boy!" (Reader) huffed, as she stood dusted her self off again. "His hair is rather strange, though. It was all white, with one black streak. Very odd, indeed." (Reader) said, placing her hands on her hips. She turned back around, to face where the boy came from. In the distance she could see the figure of someone carrying a bag, and what looked like a cane.
Author's note My, my. What a long chapter. Did you know Alice in Wonderland was written 147 years ago!? That's insane! Hope you enjoyed. Share, comment, and vot. I A M A S E L L O U T !
