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_______Blood flying in front of wide, horrified green eyes.
Elizabeth.
_______A shuttered, strangled gasp falling past her lips.
How Alice loved Elizabeth, her childhood friend since birth - no, conception since their mothers were dear friends. They laughed together, cried together, laced up each other's corsets so that they could still breathe, shared birthdays and heartbreak; when Alice had pneumonia - it was Elizabeth that sat by her and held her hand without a care if she caught it too. And in Victorian London - pneumonia was one of the 'deaths' of the age. But Alice rose over it and the two were playing together in the spring rain, despite how unladylike it was. They resembled yin and yang - Alice with her dark hair and Elizabeth with her wheat hair; green eyes against brown eyes, lovely pale skin against lightly sun kissed. Elizabeth had been the only one to believe Alice's fantastic tales of the land called 'Wonderland' that she swore she went too. Alice's life was perfect, even as Elizabeth was on the eve of her marriage to some man that her father and mother arranged for her to marry. As promised when they were children, Alice was to be the matron of honor, seeing as how they were best of friends and Elizabeth would do the same for Alice when she got married. Alice was there for every dress fitting, every detail planned with Elizabeth involved, everything. Alice even slept over at the house with Elizabeth the days leading up to the wedding to calm her friends nerves. The one thing Alice would not stop regretting no matter how much she lived was begging Elizabeth to get out of the house that cold, winter day. The day before, so they could just walk around like they did when they were younger, despite them being of the young age of seventeen. Oh how the memories were bittersweet. They got done up and Elizabeth took Alice's arm within her own and began to walk down the street with her friend. It wasn't a few moments after getting into town that everything turned into a blur. Alice will never remember how it began probably but she did remember the glint of the knife and the sickening sound it made against her friends throat.
_______Blood flying in front of wide, horrified green eyes.
Now Alice was covered in her friends blood, holding her friends body as she stared at the man who did it. Sinking to her knees, she shook in horror as he seemed to back away in the same manor. "Lizzy?" Alice asked, her voice cracked. Shock had long since set in, tears spilling down her pale, horrified face. "Elizabeth?" she asked again, shaking her friend lightly. As soon as realization set in, she gave a shuttered, strangled gasp. "No!" She screamed so loudly, she wasn't sure how she kept her voice after that. Alice sobbed over her friend, even as people filed in and screamed for a doctor, for someone to get Elizabeth's parents, for anyone. Everything else was a blur to her once more as they took Elizabeth away, Alice screaming everything in the book to get them to stop, to give her back. It didn't take long for Alice to be the one suspected though she had no weapon on or around her and Elizabeth's parents told the police that Alice had left with none for her coat had no pockets in them. Theories flew everywhere: perhaps she was jealous of her friend, she secretly hated her friend, they had an argument that day. They had no testimony due to the fact that Alice hadn't said a word since the day that Elizabeth died. She stayed in her own universe, locked up in an insane asylum until the day that they could either prove or disprove her innocence and that didn't do much for poor Alice. All it made her do was fall farther and farther in her suffering; there was no one to talk to, one one to confide in or give her advice. How she missed Hatter at that moment. In her grief for Elizabeth's death, Alice did the unthinkable: attempted to join her on the other side. But alas, they were able to stop and save her just in time, much to her disappointment. As summer rolled around, Alice had hatched a plan to escape but she wasn't sure where she'd go.
"Alice!" She heard them scream but she didn't care. It was dark, night time, as she ran through the yard. Having her good old, black dress on felt... weird... after having been in a straight jacket and scratchy dress for a long time. The short sleeved, mid-calf dress was weird feeling. But not nearly as weird as the bandages on her wrist, soaked in her blood due to her... issues. She had rather enjoyed watching her own blood pour down her arms, thinking that if she spilled enough, maybe Lizzie would come back. But that was a fools dream and she knew it. Panting, exhaustion and hunger stabbed at her as she entered the woods, tripping almost immediately. Sitting there for a moment, she just took a second. The sounds of the woods, the feeling of the breeze at her face, the smell of her blood tinging in the air. Alice shoved herself back up and began running once more. A long way into the woods, she was too busy running, barely dodging the tree to notice the hole in the ground. One foot got caught in it and, as if something yanked her hard, she was tumbling down into the hole, screaming. An odd sense of deja vu came over her as she kept falling, falling, falling. Nothing broke her fall and she landed, harshly, on hard ground. Almost immediately, her skull cracked against it and she was out like a light, sprawled on the floor. Her wrists bled again, soaking the bandages once more as cuts that littered her legs and feet bled as well. Wonderland welcomed her once more.
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