Page 52 of Madness
I let his words sink in and give a subtle nod of my head while I sink further into my thoughts.
Maybe I am broken, but here in Wonderland, I’m free to figure out why I’m plagued with the madness.
“Legacy.”
“Mad, mad, mad!”
The two voices blend into one, just like they have always done. They were my only friends and companions when I lived with Alice, but now, I ignore them as they grow louder.
I want to be an explorer. I want to navigate the maze in my mind and find my way to the other side, where I can be normal.
Whatever normal is?
“There is no such thing as normal Alice. Everyone is mad… you are just extraordinarily mad.”
“Mad… I’m utterly mad.”
“And you always will be.”
“Mad…”
“Al?” Dusty’s voice breaks through the haze, “It’s time fortherapy.”
“Coming.” I push myself up from the floor, Dusty already standing by the doorway.
“Thank you for making the itch go away for a while,” he says sheepishly.
“Thanks for not looking at me like I’m crazy,” I laugh deprecatingly.
“We’re all crazy, Al. That’s why we’re in Wonderland.”
Chapter Eighteen
The heat radiating from Desmond and Bander has our skin sticking together as we lay intertwined on the floor in a tangled embrace.
As I move to disentangle myself, I can feel the ache they both left behind still lingering between my legs and the remnants of our passions leaking from me.
My lips kick up into a smirk, thinking of how they marked me as theirs, a game Bander and Jameson have loved doing since they mademe theirs.
My mind is finally blank, and my sister's words no longer pierce my mind and heart. I burrow myself further into Bander’s embrace.
“How are you feeling, Atropa?” he strokes my dark red hair away from my face and smiles lovingly down at me.
“Quiet.”
I don’t need to say anything more. I never have to with Bander, who gets it probably more than anyone in this place.
Wonderland is a twisted place where reality and madness dance together like old friends, and we are just the shadows that flicker against the walls – desperate to become sentient… to be seen.
“What did White say this time?” Bander growls.
“White? As in Nurse White?” Desmond’s head pops up over my shoulder; his hand grips my hip in a punishing grip.
“The one and only dear old sister.”
“Is that ethical?” Desmond questions, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Is anything ethical in this place?”
