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Alice sat on her bed, legs crossed, looking down at the coarse sheets through the curtain of her dark hair. Her emerald coloured eyes were dark with pain, and they weren't really seeing the sheets. Clutched to her chest was a limp cuddly toy, a rabbit which had once been white, but age and dirt had turned it a dull grey colour. Through the mess that was now her mind, Alice could vaugely remember a rabbit, and herself. A young, naive girl, with blonde hair that had darkened as she'd grown.
Down the Rabbit-Hole and through the Looking-Glass, into Wonderland
But was Wonderland just a sign of her madness earlier in her life? Had she actually met the Rabbit? The Mad Hatter? The Queen of Hearts, the Duchess, the Caterpillar, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum, the March Hare, the Doormouse? The Cheshire Cat? The Cheshire Cat, and the grin that so often haunted Alice's nightmares, came to her in the middle of the night, causing her to wake and scream, unable to remove the image from her mind, unable to stop screaming.
How Alice wished that grin would leave her alone! Allowing the rabbit toy to fall from her arms, she looked up at the door as she heard the key in the lock. Her thin and sallow face remained stony, but her eyes became bright with fear. They were coming, it was Them or Her. Or maybe it was the other, the Doctor, come to help her. But did he help her? No. He didn't. He called it helping. Alice called it torture. He forced her to relive the worst day of her life over and over, so much that now when she saw him, she could smell the roasting of human meat, hear the flames roaring around her, even see flames rise.
No, if anything, her insanity was fuelled by him and his helping. Then the persn at the door left, and Alice relaxed slightly. She was to be spared today. She was to be given mercy today. And then she saw the grin. The grin that continually haunted her. Whimpering, Alice curled up in a ball on her bed, shutting her eyes tight, as if it would make the grin go away.
It never worked.