Heya there! Back again :) So... Yeah. It's been a while ^^" But not as long as last time! :D Soooo yeah... Um... sorry, I'm just, eh... tired... I hope you liked the last one, and hope you like this one! and if you have suggestions for any of my other stories, including this one, please... Feel free... :) hehe ^^" Anyhows...
They drug her.
She's rushed to the hospital—she has to have stitches. Her mother is angry- so, so red! Alice doesn't know how long it is until she is sent back-not to her home, not to where she used to be, wants to be—but to that place with the mad hatter and the red girl and the smiling boy.
They increase her dose.
She is having a good day, in her room, fine. When a nurse comes in—says someone has something to say. Alice followed her. Fiddles with the white cloth around her hand.
It doesn't hurt anymore—but it did. She shivers to remember it.
They walked down the hallway. Alice is calm. Slightly nervous, but mostly calm. The voices aren't there. They reach the door of a room. The nurse opens it, tells her to sit. It is a small room, with one desk to the left and two chairs. Smaller and less red than the red man from her first day. Alice sits in a hard chair awkwardly. One other nurse stands on the other side of the room.
It is quiet. The walls are still—white. It seems like eternity—how long has it been? What time is it? Alice looks around, but does not see a clock. She decides it would be easier if she had a watch on her. A pocket watch, maybe.
The door opens. The nurse enters, approaches. There is someone behind her Alice cannot see. The nurse smiles, says there is someone to see her. She moves aside.
Fear seizes Alice.
It is the boy.
His grin is gone, his face calm. His eyes glint in recognition. The nurse sits him across from Alice. Alice shifts in her seat. Rubbing that white cloth around her palm. His eyes see it. Surprisingly, he does not grin. But almost. Alice sees a small flicker at the corner of his lips. The nurse urges him to do something, but Alice is to focused on the boy to hear what it is. His eyes reach hers. They stare. The small grin widens.
"Sorry." Alice blinks. Glances at the nurse, who nods encouragingly. She turns back to the boy. Glares.
"You stabbed me."
"Why do you want to know?" This left Alice speechless. A grin stretches on his face as she tries to find the right words.
"Did I do anything to upset you?"
"Then you had no reason to stab me."
"Then why did you do it?" Alice insisted, angry. She briefly wonders if her eyes are red. The boy grins. Leans forward. His face is oh-so close to hers.
"Why do you care?" Alice huffs. Leans back slightly. The boy relaxes in his chair once again.
"I should care why someone would stab me."
"If you say so."
"Obviously, I just said it." Another grin.
"You're definitely her."
"Who is her?"
"That is my name, yes." The boy shakes his head. Chuckles.
"But you are not only her because of that name. You are her."
"I am not 'her', I am me, and I am me because of my name."
"Yes. I am no one but myself."
"Then who would you be without that name?" Alice is flabbergasted.
"Well, me, I suppose—"
"Then what's the use of the name?" The boy is leaning forward again, and Alice glares; the boy confuses her. He grins. Someone else enters. A male nurse. The boy is ushered from his seat. His eyes still watch Alice. She watches back.
"What is your name, then?" she calls out. He looks back, over his shoulder.
"If I am who I am without a name, what is the point of having one?"
"Well I need something to call you by, don't I?"
"You seem to like riddles an awful lot."
The boy is being pushed out the door. He pauses, glances back. Alice sees half of that curled smile.
"Chester." Before Alice can question or comment further, the door shuts. After a few moments Alice is lead out of the room, back to her room. She is told there are a few minutes until lunch.
They give her pain medication.
She takes it.
Her mind runs over her conversation with the cat-boy. Already she has almost forgotten his name. Charles? Chess? Cheshire? Chester! She remembers. In a while—she does not know how long; she should get a watch of some sort, perhaps a pocket watch?—she is lead out of her room once again. She enters the cafeteria.
Immediately Alice enters the food line. She takes the same food as before. The twitchy boy is before her again. Alice moves through the tables, avoiding anyone and everyone, until she hears that psst again, and she immediately turns to the source. The mad boy is sitting at the same table, smiling and waving her over. The girl in red—Alice flinches—sits by his side, making angry red eyes at her food and poking at it with her fork.
The Cheshire is nowhere to be found.
Alice sits across from them. Glances around. The mad boy smiles. The red girl snarls.
"You are her," mad boy says, "Chester told us. He knows."
"I am Alice," Alice states, frowning, "You all seem to know who I am, but I don't know any of you." Mad boy's smile widens.
"I am Matt. Call me Madd. This is Rose." Rose snarls in response.
"Where is that boy from before?" Alice asks warily, "Chester?"
"Gone," Rose snapped, not looking up from setting fire to her food with her red-red eyes.
"They talk to Chester a lot," Madd states, his smile missing, "He needs help."
"He stabbed me."
"He needs help," Rose echoed angrily.
"Why did he stab me?" Alice asks Madd, not ready yet to talk to the oh-so-red girl.
"He liked it," Madd tells her, sending a shiver down her spine, and he immediately adds, "He may be sorry for it, but he wanted to do it. He can't help it. He loved every minute of it."
"He liked hurting me?"
"Don't take it personal," Rose snapped, stabbing a carrot with her plastic fork vehemently.
"Not just you. Anyone. Everyone. Anything. He needs help," Madd repeated. Alice watches Rose demolish her lunch out of the corner of her eye warily.
"Why do you all know who I am?" Madd smiles.
"Because you are you! Alice."
"I am Alice. Chester said that names don't matter."
"I thought so."
"Do you think so?"
"I don't suppose."
"…I don't know."
"You are Alice," Madd repeated, "You are her. We have been waiting for you; that is why everyone knows you."
"But how have you been waiting for me? I have never seen you in my life."
"No. I would have remembered."
"Are you certain?"
"But not absolutely?"
"…No." Alice huffed and crossed her arms.
"Everyone here is confusing." Madd smiles.
"Are we confusing, or are you?"
"I don't know anymore. Both, I suppose."
"Both, you say?"
"Yes. More than one of us can be confusing."
"I think so."
"Hmm." It is quiet for a while. Alice glances around.
"Why are the doors unlocked at night?" Madd blinks, and Rose glances at her from under her lashes before mutilating a grape.
"Are they?" Madd asked curiously.
"Hmm… I didn't notice." Alice frowned and opened her mouth to ask, but suddenly it was the end of lunch, and with a hearty good-bye, the mad boy was gone, along with the red flower girl, leaving her destroyed food in her wake. Alice was ushered back to her room. There was a piece of paper on her bedside table that charted out her schedule for the next few days; apparently she would be joining others in recreational activities. Alice was too confused to really care.
Her head swirled and swirled with Cheshire cats and mad hatted boys and red flowery girls, and she could just feel the voices crowding at the edges, and was oh-so thankful to take the drink the nurse gave her, even though it made her feel so-so tiny. Alice lay on the hard bed and stared at the white ceiling, her mind swirling and swirling until finally, she drifted off into a light, white sleep.
Hmm... Hope ya liked it! There seems to be a plot developing... mwuahahahaha :) Why ARE the doors unlocked at night? Why do they all know who Alice is, and why have they been expecting her? Will there be any romance spurring between the main characters? Who the hell knows? I don't! I do, however, know there will be a few more characters introduced in the next one, so be prepared! Also, if you want to go ahead and leave a review, you know, I wouldn't object ;) I am going to bed now... Hope you like/favorite/review! Love you guys! BYESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!