We Are All Mad

Dreams and reality can't become one, unless you somehow could control when you fall asleep and wake up. But can you tell the difference between what is real and what is all in your head? Could there be somewhere so dark, so twisted, yet so real that it can make you think it's actually happening?

For this story I believe I'm going to enter it into the fan fiction competition if I finish in time...probably won't but I'm gonna try my best to update and make chapters long. This is a Wonderland spin off and I hope you enjoy it. It would be awesome if you 1could leave a like and/or a favorite! Thanks for reading!


3. Cold Truth Part One

Oliver trudged down the empty hallway, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He stared straight ahead of him, his line had been crossed and his anger basically radiated off of him. The hallways were silent beside for his shoes squeaking on the dirty white tiled floor every once in awhile.

As he walked he thought, they're gonna kill me. They being his parents, they hated when they were bothered at work or at home when it came to him and his problems. He didn't notice he was staring at the ground when he turned the corner, he looked back up then stopped dead in his tracks.

Not 5 meters in front of him, a man in all black was standing, facing away from him. Oliver felt a lump grow in his throat as he looked at the man, the man from his dreams, the all black figure. The hall light above him began to flicker, Oliver felt his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the man.

He spoke up, "h-how are you here?" His voice came out shaky and weak. Clenching his bag's strap he tensed, getting ready to run if he turned on him. The image of the man began to glitch and then disappeared. Chills ran up his spine as he looked around, then an echo reached him from somewhere close.

I'm always here, Oliver.

Without question Oliver took off running down the hall, he wouldn't dare look back. He was too afraid of suddenly seeing a shadow following him, or the lights turning off one by one behind him. His chest was heaving as he ran into the door of the principal's office and then quickly let himself in, turning to slam the door shut behind him once he was safely inside.

Principal Jack looked up frantically from his computer screen. His glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, his shirt and tie were neatly tucked, but his face was tired, but neatly shaved. He turned slightly in his chair and stood up. "Can I help you... Oliver?" This wasn't the first time Oliver was sent to the office of course.

Oliver turned quickly around to look at Mr. Jack, his chest still heaving while his back was pressed against the door. He looked at him curiously and motioned for Oliver to sit. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, his vision became blurry and dots clouded his vision as he fell to the ground.

Oliver's eyes shot open, his heart beat was steady at first, but sped up when he saw where he was. He sat up quickly, a dark forest surrounded him and there was a large bright moon above his head. He stood up quickly and looked around frantically.

No no no no! His chest began to rise and fall more frequently, the wind drowning out the sound of his breathing. They came out in large clouds then disappeared, snow began to fall and he began to shiver. Where am I?! How did I get here? Am I dreaming?

"Help me! Anyone?! Is anyone out there?!" He shouted, there was no reply, just the sound of crickets. He tried not to cry as he wrapped his arms over his chest and hunched over slightly, hugging himself as he continued to walk.

Each drop of ice that landed on his skin felt like it had been set on fire and then died out slowly on his body. His teeth chattered as he walked through the dark forest, tripping on large branches and rocks every now and then. He finally broke down in tears, his face froze even more as the wind picked up, and after a mile or two of walking he gave up and fell into the snow, his back resting against a large tree.

"Anyone?" His voice barely reached his own ears when he spoke, he couldn't help but cry. I'm going to die here, alone, cold , frightened, young. I never really thought of death. Never really pictured how I'd die. I guess this is how. Maybe this is how I go out, and no one will ever know... Unless they put me here. But who? My parents wouldn't do this to me... Would they?

The wind began to settle down, but Oliver didn't notice, he was already too cold to the point he didn't notice someone standing over him. He was looking directly at them but he didn't, move nor speak. He wasn't even scared, he just figured it was a silhouette of a tree.

The figure kneeled in front of him and reached out and touched his face gently. They pulled their hand back quickly, realizing how cold he was. They snapped their fingers and then stood up. Two red eyes appeared in the dark from behind them; much larger but a little shorter. It came closer, slowly becoming taller, it stopped a few inches behind the person.

"Good thing we found him before they did..." The first figure spoke, her voice soft and soothing, yet haunted by dark thoughts. The larger figure's head nodded slowly as it watched Oliver.

He stared into the eyes of the beast then slowly fell into a deep sleep.

As he fell the woman's hand caught his head from hitting the ground.

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