You know when your a kid and read those amazing stories about flying boys who don't age, and fairy godmothers who fix everything, and mermaids who exchange their voice for legs, and you believe every goddamn word because your still just a kid with uncharted imagination? Yeah, well the stories you read are different from those that are true, and it's never just, "...and they lived happily ever after, the end." There is never a The End. The story keeps going.

Well my mother's story kept going, and she definitely never lived 'happily ever after.' You see my mother's name is Alice Liddell. Yes, that Alice Liddell. The one who fell face first into a rabbit hole and found herself tumbling into Wonderland. When she did, she met Cheshire, and the Mad Hatter, and you can never forget the White Rabbit. Plus, there was my great-aunt, The Queen of Hearts and my grandmother, Queen Ivory of Wonderland, and sure she came back to her home, and met Lewis Carroll, who believe it or not, (the portal back home sped her aging process, so in the end she was the same age as him)  married my mother, and then Bam! I was born.

And sure it was happy for some time, until the Jabberwocky, who my father described as a literal monster, came killed my father and kidnapped my mother. Which ultimately left me, a sniveling whiny little baby, in an orphanage in the shitty part of London.

So you see, just as Peter Pan almost murders Wendy, and the step-sisters cut off their toes to fit into Cinderellas shoes, and when the Prince makes Ariel dance for hours even though walking felt like walking on knife blades, my mothers story is different from the one you read in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. And as I tell you what happened to me, we can both figure out what really happened to her.

She walked quickly, holding the precious bundle tightly to her chest. Fear wracked her body, for she knew somebody was following her. She could feel the presence coming closer and closer. The presence of a Wonderlander. Alice shushed the sleeping bundle, "Shhh, all is well darling. All is well."

Finally she was able to see her destination. Right at the end of the road. So close, yet so far. Alice looked behind her as she walked faster, staying in the shadows. The presence was too close- much, much to close. She broke out running, watching behind her. She could see his shadow- "No," she whispered forcefully as she ran, "I watched as you killed my husband, my Lewis, but I refuse to let you kill my baby girl as well!"

Closer and closer, she got to the building, the weaker the shadow got. When she finally touched the steps, the shadow vanished, and she grinned in victory. Then she heared the whisper of her enemy,  "You may have won this battle, but you have not won this war. I will have the child. Just you watch."

She set the baby on the steps with a little note for the owner. Right when the baby was out of the warm hands of her mother, she started crying, "Shhh," Alice cooed gently, "You will see me again, but until then never fear the darkness-for stars are only visible in the night." she knocked loudly on the door of the building, then she rang the bell- she turned around in the darkness watching the stars. The Vorpal Blade shined in the full moon's light, she squared her shoulders and sneered into the darkness "You want me? Then come and get me."

A few minutes later a plump woman opened the door to her building. She saw the wailing baby- but the darkness was stifling, nothing moved. She picked the baby up-opening the note left with the her.

Take care of my daughter, Alison Carroll. She is all we have left.

                   -Alice and Lewis

The orphanage director sighed sadly at another child being left at her orphanage, she held the baby tight to her, and in her thick British accent said to the baby "Welcome to Maria's Orphanage Alison."