Greetings and welcome to my very first Alice in Wonderland fic.
I've read a great deal of AlicexHatter fics, and it's such an...odd coupling. But it just seems right.
So, without further ado, I give you my own AlicexHatter story...
'Loving you'
Introduction:
It had been nearly eleven years since Alice had left the magical world known as Wonderland. Of course, Lorina, her sister, had denied any existence of such a place.
"It was all a dream, dear sister. Now please stop pestering me, I'm trying to study," Lorina had said with a sniff.
"But it is real! IT IS!!" Alice shouted. Why wouldn't anyone believe her?
"Alice!"
She cried out as a sharp smack landed across her cheek.
"There will be no more talk of this Wonderland, do you understand?"
Alice's lowered her gaze to the floor, tears welling up in her icy blue eyes, looking crestfallen. It did exist, it had to…
But over the years, her family had become reclusive, they thought her mad, avoiding contact with her. Alice spent most of her time in her bedroom, drawing and finding herself lost in thoughts of talking animals, Cheshire cats, and tea parties.
She spent so many lonely nights cooped up with nobody but her darling kittens for company, coming out only to eat and occasionally wander the gardens. Her parents removed her from the prestigious boarding school she had attended, convinced that Alice would disrupt the other children with her talks of imaginary lands.
So, without even her childhood friends to confide in, her emotions turned inwards. Alice became depressed and miserable. How was she to make a life for herself if she was thought of as crazy? She began sneaking out at night, searching frantically for the tree that held the rabbit hole, the passageway to her beloved wonderland, in its roots.
But, soon her attempts were discovered and she was locked away, iron bars fitted over her windows. Whenever her parents had company, Alice could hear their small talk that drifted from the library just down the hall from her bedroom.
"How is dear Alice? We haven't seen her in such a long time!"
And in hushed voices her parents would whisper, "Oh, she hasn't been feeling herself lately. We fear she isn't at all right in her head,"
Alice's anger would bubble over and she would wish even harder to be rescued, to be saved from this awful, awful place.
She soon got her wish, for one evening, after delivering her now cold dinner, one of the servants had neglected to lock her bedroom door. Before any of them knew it, she was gone, a pack slung over her shoulders and a smile on her face.
She was going back, nothing could stop her now…