Maggie Griffin
Summary: What if Alice's insanity had been like a virus, spreading throughout wonderland with one individual to another? This zones in on my favourite character, the Mad Hatter, and his last few moments before infection.
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Why?
Why is it now, now when I may look upon myself and truly see clearly for the first time. My life is no longer the simple pleasures of tea parties and ones I loved.
Alice.
Oh God Alice, why did you leave us?
Why did you leave me?
I feel it seeping in around me, even now, hiding in this room. It is the one place left untouched. But even now, I can hear it changing. I can feel the rippling under my hands, through my gloves. I can sense it, sitting here on the floor, waiting for it to come to me.
I don't know where the other's are.
I don't know where Hare has gone to. Or Mouse.
I wonder if they are dead....
OH GOD.
I see it now, seeping through the bolted door, and into this happy room. I weep for the first time, and watch in fascination and horror as the ground beneath me turns a different shade. Moments ago white, each tear springs forth a pool of red, as if the earth itself is bleeding.
And it is, isn't it?
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
WHAT IS THAT INFERNAL RACKET?
I turn my head, trying to find its source. Anything to distract me from the oncoming terror. For there is no way to explain the horror that crawls, walks, floats, or pulsates towards me. It does all that, and sometimes none at all. It comes for me however I see it. However terrifies me most.
DEAR GOD ALICE!
I hope, shutting my eyes, that you will come. I try to visualize our happier days together, friends for all time, drinking tea and being merry.
I try as it seeps into my skin.
Soon, I feel my flesh stiffen.
I open my eyes, though only for the morbid curiosity that touches my mind.
As I stare down at my skin, the curiosity turns to utter terror, and the touch becomes a desperate clawing as I watch my body turn a dead, corpse-like tone.
killherkillherkillherkillher
OH PLEASE......
cutriptearknivesdeathwheelsgears
WHERE IS IT COMING FROM?
DO NOT DISOBEY
Please....Please make it stop....
My hand moved unconsciously, to the pocket on my left leg. Gazing, my slowly consuming eyes look at the watch in my palm.
The hands are frozen at 6:00
I can feel it pouring down my throat, and with the last vestige of myself, I watch the room around me change.
It's a nightmare.
Darkness, machines, knives, and sharp little things.
I stand, though I want to lie down. Lie down and die.
I stand and walk over to one table, slowly gripping a small scalpel in my hand. I feel the thin blade along my arm, creating an equally thin, yet stinging cut.
The door creaks open.
"H....Hatter?"
The March Hare enters, relief on his face. I smile, playing a part I wear like a costume.
NO, NO PLEASE....
I turn to him, and slowly approach my old friend, scalpel still in hand.
"Welcome Hare....you are just in time for tea!"
Forgive me Alice.
Forgive me.....
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THE END