I'm sure all of you have heard of the story Alice in Wonderland. Its about a little girl who ventures into a world full of creatures never thought possible.
Well, what if I tell you that Wonderland really existed, and that a "Alice" was chosen to enter every few centuries. And what if I told you that Wonderland is still waiting for its newest "Alice"?
And what if, by the slim, slim chance, every "Alice" who has ever ventured in had never returned?
I felt something, deep, deep inside, a slight tug in my gut, my heartbeat speeding up by the slightest drum. I felt a deep longing, and a sharp pang in my head. It'd been like this for about a month--just after my 10th birthday. I couldn't pay attention in classes, and couldn't eat anything solid. It seemed all I could was sleep and dream. My parents were worried, my friends put-off, my teachers disappointed. But I couldn't help it, and I certainly didn't care. All I wanted was.....something. I didn't know. I don't know. What could it be...? I had no idea. All I knew was that I wanted it, to the point of death.
I sipped halfheartedly at my soup, while my parents munched on lobster and extravagant salads. They laughed and talked, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But I saw the quick flicks of their eyes as they looked at me, worried. I quietly sipped at my dinner, letting the warmth seep down my throat, my eyes half-lidded, tired, my black hair falling into my face. I had said I wasn't hungry, but they had insisted. I was too tired to even speak--all I wanted to do was sleep. So tired that, if need be, I'd sleep forever, and never wake up. I gurgled the last spoonful of soup and leaned back in the chair, picking the bowl up from the white dining room table. I thanked my parents for the meal, letting myself give them a weary smile, and took the bowl into the kitchen, my bare feet padding on the tiles as I set the bowl down on the clean white sink. I squinted at everything--the cupboards, the china set, dad's silverware collection--and felt my heart pounding in my chest. The bright white lighting of the electrical bulb on the ceiling hurt my eyes, and I hurried out. I rushed through the dark living-room, up the creaky stairs, to my room, slamming my door behind me. My breath came out ragged, my throat dry. I needed to sleep. Not even bothering to undress or take off my shoes, I crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over my head.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Sorry, I was too lazy to write any more -_-'
- Title: ALICE of DREAMWORLD (chp 1&2)
- Artist: Cabinet Lord Shini M Gami
Uhh, yeah, I guess I'm going through a horror-writing faze -_-'
Well, I was listening to my favorite song, Alice of Human Sacrifice, and came up with this.
If you don't understand or see something wrong with something, please PM me, and please don't put any rude/abusive comments down.
Hope you enjoy ^_^
- Date: 01/02/2010
- Tags: horror obsession dreams