Alice in WonderlandA Story by NarviaA very short, dark story that's a little twist off the original.Alice in Wonderland. Sometimes, it is better to be lost in our thoughts than trapped in our realities. Sometimes, our imagination is our only escape from our situation. Alice was playing hide and seek. She was in a warm, safe clearing in a forest. She had her eyes closed, counting. eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one... It had been a long, tiring day and she was happy to be laughing as all her problems were pushed to the back of her mind. She sat comfortably with loud bird song in her ears. Butterflies waltzed through the air in between towers of cow parsley and swathes of ferns, all protected by an encircling wall of trees that barricaded out all the fear and worry, leaving a small haven for Alice to play in. ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four... The sun beat down, hot and heavy on her back. She had four friends to find, which should be easy as she could hear their chattering and footsteps. They were never good at this game. But wait. What was that noise? Alice thought she could hear a menacing buzzing and feared it may be a hornet or wasp trying to break through the tangle of bushes and thorns that surrounded her safe place. She pushed it to the back of her mind. ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven... Laura was speaking loudly behind Alice, now she would be easy to find. Alice chuckled and thought to herself "They really aren't very good at this game." Oh, how she wished the game could last longer; that she might sit in the haze and happiness of the sun and never go home. But Alice could not keep her eyes closed forever. ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred. The old, familiar buzzing grew louder. "Coming, ready or not!" She could not keep her eyes closed forever. Alice's eyes flew open as the nurse thrust the rubber into her mouth. Alice struggled, but her arms were strapped to the chair with thick, black straps that cut into her wrists. "It's not getting better Doctor. said the nurse, harshly. "She's been laughing to herself all day, we should continue with the therapy." The Doctor flicked the switch. The hornet broke through the thorns, but the buzzing was now all that was in her head.
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