Snippet #1993175

Ecila Liddell?

Ecila stood within her room, she hadn't taken a step after entering and closing the door behind her. She simply stood there with her eyes closed and the loud beating of her heart that was slowing. She simply clenched and unclenched her fists as she stood there in the wonderful room fit for a princess. She pretended for far too long. The calm before the storm.

Just as her heart slowed down and her breathing evened out she shoved the dresser beside the door over onto its side and began yanking out the drawers and flinging them across the room until every last one was detached from the dresser. Walking into the closet she began pulling and tearing each piece of clothing that the maids placed in their in case of lack of clothing, once she was done there she made her way to the bed. At the bed she pulled off each bit of sheet and pillow once bare she shoved the mattresses off. Jumping on each mattress she began sinking her fingers into them and tearing at them like some savage dog. At the window she pulled off the curtains and replaced them with multiple layers of the torn blankets, even torn it made the room dark if not for the tears the room would have been in complete darkness. Slowly losing her stamina she walked in front of the full body mirror. Staring at herself, the mirror showed a small framed wild looking girl with wilder hair but what she saw was only Alice. Punching the mirror jagged pieces crumbled to the red carpeted floor as well as her body. She simply sat there in the dark room... she snapped yet again.

That's my Ecila...

At the corner of the room a small figure made its way towards Ecila, stepping into the ray of light that penetrated the blankets Cheshire was revealed, "Well, look now what you have done."

"I didn't think it would hurt...," Ecila mumbled as she stared down into her lap where her hands gripped a large piece of glass tightly.

"Hurt? How so?" His words seemed to echo in her head, his voice always echoed.

She tightened her grip causing the glass to cut deep spilling blood onto her dress, "This place hurts... my eyes. It's so ugly, I thought I would make it better."

"Oh, my dear but you must understand this place is not like wonderland," The cat said as he slowly walked beside her then jumped onto the top of the mirror to look down at her, "Here everything is so uptight, straight, right..."

She remained silent as she held the glass, he simply stared in the silence hoping no one heard the noise she made. Who was he kidding he could even hear the blasted noise and he was nowhere near. Sighing he continued, "I shall get the hatter, he shall help you dress that wound and choose a dress. You must look presentable."

At those words she dropped the glass and looked up at the spot where the cat was a moment ago. All that was left was a tail and that soon disappeared as well.