Wonderland

the clock will strike twelve and little alice will run out of the class room doors, down the hall and out the wooden doors of the school. 14 years old and nothing to loose. once the air hitting her face she will feel nothing but freedom and blackness around her. no friends and no life, she really does have nothing to loose. quick now alice, we haven’t got a moment to waste. you only live down the street, the fourth house down from the dead end. now once opening that door to your house, you must run up the stairs and to the right.
quick quick, the clock is ticking, go to the bathroom. all white, nice and sparkly. now then young alice, look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see..
‘nothing but emptiness and a useless young girl i suppose’ alice replies. ‘nothing more. no use i assume’
oh young alice, what have they taught you? maybe this world isnt suit out for you. no, not a girl like you. now young one, look at me and tell me what you want. tell me every little thing you want.
‘freedom and to be accepted. sometimes i want to be forgotten.’ alice slowly replies.
one more thought please. just think. maybe there is another place that you can be forgotten but have the freedom and acceptance like here.
she thinks for a while, but looks up in the mirror and replies with depression in her voice
‘suicide’ alice breathes out
look alice! to the right! i see something. a razor i assume? thats right darling, grab it and press it down firmly against your skin
the blood makes the colour to the reckless white bathroom and a small thud to the ground. her eyes roll to the back of her head and everything spills. black and white are the only colours.
come now alice.. it was only a..dream..