Rewrite of Disney’s Alice in chains, Alice in wonderland
True story of the lost princess
There Kansas the year 1932, the day was dry, and the air was settled and calm and all I wanted to do was wonder. Away from my father, away from the pain away from the abuse.I was not an normal child, and I had nothing in common with anyone else there was an Consensus that I was not human. That day I decided to go on a picnic with my mother, and play. When the evening came I found myself becoming bored with my former ways and I wondered into the forest.Only to find a strange mouse so I followed him suddenly hearing the screech of the crows bellowed across the forest, and there I found him he was, afraid and alone and nearly starving. The air is moist and cold from the rain, I keep trying to reach him but, he kept scurrying away. Eventually when it became dawn I decided to give up on him but, my senses could still smell his fear. I was growing tired of this cat and mouse chase,So I decided to rest by a tree to breath and take in all the frustration that appeared in my mind as fear. The sky was dark and the grass was muddy and morbid ;the taste in my mouth was acrid and sour from kissing him. I had never felt so misunderstood. Things took a sudden change that mouse had became a man that took my very innocence.Everything he does that involves me shows that he absolutely abhors ,my very presence, My tiny heart was taken away from me and I have been trying to get it back from him. I thought maybe It didn’t matter to him anymore, or maybe I’m not the girl he wanted in the first place.
I felt my insides spinning and my belly began to churn at the thought of him running from me. As I sat here under the big willow tree I Began to dream of brighter days, while sitting there I felt like alice in wonderland; but honestly I was tired of chasing rabbits, instead I dreamed of something more beautiful, I needed to dream, I needed to run away from this dark path he has lead me on because of his fear. His fear always sent our relationship to an atrocious halt; and honestly I tend to ask myself “why am I chasing this rabbit anyway”? As I began to let my mind settle I suddenly heard an abrupt Reverberating scream of anxious pain, that pulled me from my state to into sudden hastiness. I got up and ran to him and followed his voice, he screamed my name and at that very instant I saw him covered in blood; Then I woke up, I realized I was in a nightmare, I had a dream that I fell in love with a mouse,and he turned into a rabbit; and he had an untimely way of running away from me.He was always late he seemed as if he never wanted to wait for me.
He seemed handsome in my current life when I was awake but, outside of this inception. It was strange and terrible, His eyes were red and his hands were always dirty, he had this eerie sinister smile because ,we both knew he was a canabbell. He ate my heart away when I walked away from heaven, that was the day he decided to not protect me. I was really tired of this nightmare it may not ever end and I am constantly reminded of how worthless he thinks women are; through everything I see. I cannot be an atheist because, I know he is real, I can not be an agnostic because, I know that I have no choice but to to bow down before his feet and cry before him.
“Then I began to ask myself ,What is love, I asked, myself as I lay in these chains, Love is rape, love is cruel, love is Man, and Man is love ,and we must fear him, that is what this propaganda tells us .She believed in him, she worshiped him, little did she know she was only and always seen as an object, a piece of property. “He abused me , he forgot about me , he never listened to me.”
Coming to my senses,Now here I am still fighting , still running still looking for answers, wondering where and why am I running from the queen.Now that I am finaly awake I escaped wonderland this ferocious and hideous nightmare we called lust and selfish seduction.
Reached my utopia,my Quintessential home after I spent my childhood in bondage believing I was nothing because of my gender only to find, that I had to first learn to believe in myself.
After being gone for so long, I may not ever understand why I had that dream in the first place, or why I felt so obligated to use my father’s cruelty to embellish myself with depression that lead me to run away in the first place to find a mouse.With all honestly, I stand corrected in my web of fear and it’s lies to learn not every man or mouse is trustworthy and love is still tangible in the grip of my smallish hands.When I wandered home I laid in the grass of my family’s lawn and cried Love is something more than what I found it to be it’s sensational.
I sat up and I saw the man again, but this time he was holding flowers, he was no longer a mouse or a rabbit he was a man, a tall timid body or masculine beauty.He sat next to me and smiled, and asked with a curiosity have I seen you somewhere? I replied no, but in his eyes I saw the same glare as that resembled the strange mouse that scurried away from me in the forest.
“Are you a man or a mouse?” I replied He said, well I am whatever I had imagined myself to be at the time I met you in the forest ,because I was only a coward. he paused and, handed me the daffodils he had in his hand;and continued saying “Those days were dark and lonely for me, I was confused and unsure of myself.With gratitude I took the flowers and kissed him on his lips of sweet saccharine and blissfulness. I felt myself tremble at his touch and then I saw I a new side of him, I knew I could trust him again, his was kind and patient with me as well as himself. Later in time he wrote me letters, and I wrote back, he was no longer an average farm boy from kansas he moved to california to be an artist, He later came back in June and made me his bride during the summer solstice and, he overwhelmed me over and over again. By the year 1934, we had our first child and named her Autumn she was born in November and had silver eyes. She was our darling angel our only girl and from then on out I would never forget the day I stumbled into his wonderland, His world. it was once dark and scary and now it became my magic kingdom of beauty and peace.He became me ,my hope, my all my hero, my prince.