DAISY FOREHEADS: apparently normal in underland.

I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I got terrible writers block but now I'm back. So that's good, anyways tell me what you guys think. We are nearing the ending of Alice's story and frankly I'm excited.The ending of this story I think is both terrible and great so I hope you look forward to that.  But for right now we are starting to see character development on Cat, we are starting to unravel Heirs past and we are also getting to know who Angsty is. So enjoy!

A.A.M.S
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“Wait, the dude that makes you go asleep?”, I asked raising my eyebrow at her questioningly.

“Wait, the dude who sprouts daisies from his forehead?”, heir asked.

We made confused noises at him. Heir shrugged “You know, daisy, forehead, and they sprout?”

“Anyways, daisy foreheads aside, the sandman is a myth.” I said going back to the conversation at hand.

“Well, he was always creepy when I worked for him but he has never been a myth. The sandman not only gives you dreams, he also has to give you nightmares. You can imagine what kind of damage it would to a person to give toddlers nightmares every night. To make them afraid of the dark and the boogieman. To make future mental illnesses. The sandman feels guilty, and the guilt drove him to grief. That is, until you showed up here.”, Cat said looking at me.

“Me? What do I have to do with the sandman?”, I asked sitting down on the bench again.

“you were much too young to remember, but your mother does. You used to have nightmares every night didn’t you? You would wake up crying or screaming. “She said with curiosity in her voice. It seems like that is the way she speaks, and she couldn’t even change it when she was in disguise.

“How would you even know that? I don’t even know that.”

“Because as the sandman’s guardian I had to witness all his unfortunate deeds. I had to know who would be likely to attack him. But I never imagined it would be you Alice. Sure, you had a wretched childhood, and many would have expected you to be affected by it. But you’re still the girl you always were. You stand up for the weak, and you don’t take hatred.”

“I don’t understand. Why would I attack the sandman? I didn’t even know he existed.”

“It’s hard to explain, death explained it to me though so I will use her words. When you were hit by that car you released a power of yours. Haven’t you ever wondered why the people around you tend to notice you and care for you? Hatter did the same, even if it was in his own twisted way. You make people clear their minds, open them. And then you try to clean out the bad stuff. Like a surgeon taking out a tumor.”

I glared at her, “Not a good metaphor.”

“Sorry. I forgot. The downfalls are that a mind that is open can also be open to other things than good. And another downfall is that sometimes the bad is just too much. And you can’t clean it all off. So you store it away, you put it somewhere where you know it won’t harm others. In your mind. That’s why you had the tumor Alice, because all that bad stuff collected together and was starting to kill you.” Cat said looking at me very seriously.

“What do you mean it was starting to kill me? I only had a few weeks at best.”

“No, it wasn’t large enough, you wouldn’t have died.”

“What does it matter now? I’m dead; I was hit by a car on my mother’s wedding day. And now I’ll never see the living world again, or her. Or anyone I loved.” I buried my face in my hands.

Heir stood of to the corner, I could feel his sympathy. I didn’t want it. “Who said you were dead?”, Cat asked.
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