Slowly sitting up, she trembled, gasping for air as she coughed tea out of her lungs, where was she?

“What….happened…..?” For the life of her every thought she grasped at was blank, void of feeling and picture, like a portrait dipped in white paint.

Seeing herself surrounded by corpses, half-eaten, stuffed with cupcakes, and blood-dried sprinkles, she gagged.

Was she alone? Was she even alive?

Looking at herself, she looked alive? Her striped tights torn near the ankles, her once blue dress and white apron stained with the red of blood, brown of coffee, and orange of tea.

And rolling down her chest was an eyeball that certainly wasn’t from her.

“Oh heavens! What is this?!” She gasped, flinching as she rolled off the table, one of the forks falling out of her arm when she thudded.

Teardrops began to drip from her eyes, but turned into blue petals as flowers began to bloom from her blood and grow out of the ground.

“Merry day, little Alice.” The blood-borne blue flowers sang, some pricking with thorns and others putting on coats of leaves.

“W-what? Is this a dream…? No, a nightmare?” Alice coughed out, getting onto her knees and pulling the forks from her skin.

“A dream? No no, little Alice, this is Wonderland~” The flowers exclaimed.

“Wonderland? This isn’t Wonderland! It’s horrid! There’s no wonder at all!” Standing up, she huffed and cried out, and all the flowers began to twist bigger and bigger, growing sharp teeth, veined eyes, and growling.

“Not Wonderland? WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?!” Screaming, Alice was whisked away by the strong wind, flying high into the air, as she could see the massacre.

A long dining table, with many chairs, all decorated in sweet treats, corpses, and dismay.

Not sure how she was flying, her heart raced. What is this?! It has to be some sort of dream right?! Nothing makes sense!

Flying through the air, beside her books flew, like they were birds, flapping their wings, or leaflets or pages? Or whatever books had they swept her away into the winds of teal and blue skies.

“W-where are we going?!” Alice yelled to the books with little response, and soon she was dropping into a forest with trees the color of all colors.

Screaming, she rustled through the leaves, broke branches, and was dropped into a pit, a pit filled with blood.

A large splash sounded, and she coughed blood that she accidentally let spill into her mouth as she stood up, the blood reaching her waist.

“What is wrong with this place…?” Alice began to cry as she heard a small squeak.

“You're in the rabbit hole now….” A small mouse said, perched at the top of the pit.

Looking up, she couldn’t reach the way out, and she could smell rot and feel corpses beneath her feet.

“Oh, little mouse, how do I get up?” She asked, and it smiled, with sharp teeth and a sinister gaze.

“Figure it out yourself….Alice.” And it scurried away.

What a horrible little rodent! Alice thought, looking around as she wiped the tears from her face, which only spread blood on her skin.

Standing in the pool of blood, she hadn’t gotten a moment to breathe since she woke up, and now that she did, it wasn’t in the best of places.

Walking to the wall, she tried to climb up but just fell back in, soaking her dress up to her neck, it was useless! She’d die in here.

Mumbling to herself, a small vial floated up from the blood, labeled Drink Me.

Raising one eyebrow, she grabbed it, who in their right mind would drink something that floats up suspiciously?

Just then, the vial grew arms, flung itself at her, and forced its way into her mouth, screaming filled the air as it dumped its contents down her throat.

Ripping it off her skin, the vial's hands ripped her cheek as she threw it across the pit, the glass shattering and turning into little swans floating in the blood.

Huffing, she gagged, and felt a large thud in her chest, clenching it, she closed her eyes and began to grow, one leg first, shooting her into the air, the other leg, her arms, her everything.

Taller than the trees, book birds flew around her head, and clouds started to form, a nasty storm brewing around her.

“Here she blows!” A talking cloud says.

“W-what?!” Alice questioned, but before she could answer, a heavy downpour of water drenched her, cleaning all the blood and filth from her clothes, seeping it into a river that rushed through the forest.

Shrinking to normal size, she began to fall, screaming once again, she landed in a field of fluffy cotton.

The cotton colors of cream and sugar, little bugs began to swarm and giggle, she had had enough of this madness!

Jumping up, she ran through the forest as the giggling faded.

“I need to get home!” She yelled, but didn’t remember her home, or how she had even gotten here….

Walking through the forest, minutes turned to hours, once damp, she was now dry, her frizzy blonde hair even shinier.

The more she walked, the more she felt her heart race, it was too quiet for once….

Hearing a scream break the silence, Alice shivered.

Slash….Drip….Drop….

“I hear youuuuu….” A voice said, and Alice turned around to run as a quick red blur tackled her, a knife to her throat as she saw a boy looming above her, his hair a blood red, his floppy ears like those of a rabbit.

“Alice….?” He said….as their eyes met.

“No, this can’t be….Alice is dead….”