Thread: Alice: Madness Begins (Venomous Carnage & darkangel76)

Her blue eyes were glassy, almost lifeless, as they shifted and glanced up toward the white ceiling. 'White,' she mused. At one time she supposed it might have been such a color. But then was white truly a color? Or was it all colors? Oh, she could hardly remember any longer nor could she find it within herself to care. As her eyes remained fixed staring at what was above, her head tilted slightly. The ceiling was rancid with deep, dark stains of what Alice knew not. There was a time when she might have wondered, might have cared. Might have been... curious . Almost shrugging, but not moving, her lips suddenly turned upward into a twisted smile. Matilda Jane, you never look At any toy or picture book I show you pretty things in vain You must be blind, Matilda Jane! Alice grunted, her body jostling as it was roughly shoved against by a weight of something... familiar? Yes. She recognized the weight, the smell. All of it. For a moment, she caught another glimpse of white. Mmm, yes. Airy fabric. Coarse and rough. So itchy. How that gleam of purity hid the darkness of what laid beneath it all. Clever shadows. Clever, clever, clever. She even found it funny. Her body actually knew what to do nowlegs just spreading in wait for the inevitable as her mind seethed. So much anger. 'What was that, Cheshire?' she thought to herself. She could've sworn she'd heard the cat speak, her eyes turning away from the ceiling, seeking out the treacherous grin of the feline stretching out in the cornerits home. I ask you riddles, tell you tales, But all our conversation fails. You never answer me again I fear you're dumb, Matilda Jane! Yelping as the invasion finally came, that stretch she could never accommodate or grow accustomed to no matter how much she prepared, no matter how much she grew to expect the unexpected, Alice's eyes began to tear. Slowly, pale alabaster skin began to streak and stain. What was one more thing becoming dirty? She was already dirty. Dirty hands. Dirty face. And now... dirty inside... 'Where is my Protector now?' she wondered. 'Curious... so curious...' Once again he was nowhere. Once again, proving his worthlessness. Was there anyone worth anything any longer? Of course not! Life was one big cycle of worthless. No one was to be trusted. Not a soul! First the parents betray along with the boyfriend. Why wouldn't... he? They all betray eventually. Matilda darling, when I call, You never seem to hear at all. I shout with all my might and main But you're so deaf, Matilda Jane! The cries became louder until her voice was almost hoarse, her throat sore. Alice longed for peace. Something... why wouldn't he come? He'd promised... he'd promised. And even though she'd begun to hate him, a part of her still held on to a hope she knew was hopeless. But as her eyes turned toward Cheshire, grinning at her from his dank corner, she knew she had to. It was the only tangible thread left to the insane world she lived in. The only thing left to cling to. 'Why...?' she thought to herself as she felt her body get used and coated in god only knew what, her tears flowing hot, burning. Matilda Jane, you needn't mind, For, though you're deaf and dumb and blind, There's some one loves you, it is plain And that is me, Matilda Jane! The brush of white fabric caressed Alice's face and she felt the prick against her thigh. Another pair of hands picked up her body and let her crumple into a heap onto floor, just as rancid and 'white' as the ceiling. As always, she knew she was bleeding and as always she knew there would be bruises. Slowly, she crawled over to Cheshire, twitching as she hugged her knees to her chest, her white gown a flimsy covering at best over her slight body. She tucked her blonde locks behind her ears and began to rock. Why Cheshire? Why? Alice asked the cat. Why doesn't he ever come?