In the great scheme of things; everything is to die. Do not even try to prevaricate it. And you certainly cannot contradict death. It's completely foolish and absurd. And so to say, for life to come to an end; Alice always believed that you were to die a beautiful way at that; a death so brilliant, you shone brighter than the light you have lived. Brighter than any star or smile. To be brilliant and vivacious before your final call. For humans, to be like stars on Earth. Alice Valesc, was labeled as a Girl Of Madness in London.With no memory whatsoever happened her, she could not explain the unexplained things that had happened to her. Forced to see the man who courted her sister, Quinn, Dr. Harest, after two months - she had no sign of improvement in her brain or mental stability. Quinn, outraged, under the belief that Alice's 'madness' was all an act to ruin her reputation, threatens to send her to the asylum. But of course, her madness strikes again as a bloody girl, with Rabbit Ears and glass-like skin came to capture her to Wonderland- where which was once Alice's refuge, was now in ruins and tyranny. The King Of Hearts, has sent a doll to kidnap Alice, to have her as his wife. Memories lost, forgotten romance, love, and alliances, everything that was once Alice's- is now scattered around Wonderland. To prove her sanity, and to escape this slaughterhouse that is Wonderland, Alice must recapture her memories. But task after another, the ruler of Wonderland threatens to destroy Wonderland, and doing so would kill Alice. For she is bound to Wonderland - Wonderland is her mind, and heart, and best of all, her refuge. Alice must rediscover the man she had once loved, who she cannot remember, her ties to the White Queen who is missing, and her role as the player of chess - everyone is her chess piece, and she is playing against Death. Checkmate.
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it!
And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks.
I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High.
I am so unbelievably fucked.
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17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it.
That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead.
*WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!!
Started: January 21st 2020