Wonderland | H.S.

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality.

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"Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave."

Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet.

There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock.

Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall.

If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.