Paint The Roses Red

Paint the roses red

This is based off of the Alice in wonderland story but if Alice never leaves, it takes place 30 years later.

CW: dark themes, missing children, stupid main characters, idk what to put here (if I've missed anything let me know in the comments and I'll fix it.)

AN: please excuse any terrible writing, I will just give you a bad chapter if I hit writers block sry.

Chapter 1

The poster

School had ended about half an hour ago, yet I wasn't home yet. For some odd reason I always seemed to gravitate to the old poster board outside the town hall after school everyday instead of home like all the other children my age. Like usual I was staring at the same old missing child poster that had been up the last thirty years, it was for a girl named Alice. The poster was black and white so I couldn't tell much other than what the poster said. She apparently had blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin, which if you ask me, sounded like pretty much every girl in the village other than me, Sam, and about ten others. After a while I began to drift off into my own little world before I heard someone calling my name.

"Ellie! What are you doing? Why are you staring at the old poster board again?" My best friend Sam laughed as she jogged in my direction, her neon pink hair easy to spot anywhere anytime, a stark contrast to my black hair.

"I'm just looking at the old Alice poster again." I respond, smiling at Sam.

"You know she's probably never gonna be found right, it's been 30 years, she probably lookes nothing like that silly old poster by now." Sam joked

"I know, I still wonder who she could've been though, had she not gone missing that is."

"Your always thinking that Ellie. All the time. Now come on! My mum made choc chip cookies!"

"Yum." I say, walking with Sam to her house.

A few days later (Saturday night- sunday morning)

Branches rattled against my window pain as the wind howled right outside, the moonlight created spindly shadows that danced across my bedroom walls. I wasn't able to sleep for some reason, despite the fact that nights like these always made it easier for me to sleep. I lay in bed for what feels like hours before drifting off. My dream was strange, I was in a forest, the trees had no leaves and stunk of death and disease. The place sent chills up my spine with every step, I called out "hello? Is anyone there?" With no reply, I kept walking, eventually coming to a crossroad, the signs were written in what I assumed to be blood, the one pointing right said "diamond", the one pointing forward said "spade", and the one pointing left said "clubs". I looked down and almost screamed, there, sitting in the middle of the Junction, was a human heart, covered in blood and still beating.

I woke up in cold sweat. It was dawn. I slowly crept down the hall to the kitchen and made myself some toast for breakfast, still shaking from my dream. "It was just a nightmare." I muttered to myself while eating my toast. As I finished my breakfast I put my plate in the basin and walked back to my room to get dressed, I wore a simple below the knee black skirt with a white long sleeve button up, I folded the collar perfectly and did my hair into a low bun, pulling on my old but still pristine looking shoes, they were leather slip ons with a buckle running over my foot to hold them in place and the sole was about 3 centimetres thick.

I left the house and walked to the library and went inside, greeting the librarian, Mrs. Davey, with a small wave before walking to the fiction section. I looked for the familiar pink and blue spine of my favourite book, Wonderland, it was about an old far away place with blue grass and pink trees, purple cats that could disappear before your eyes, and crazy hat makers who loved having tea parties. It was an odd world, but one I found comfort in, and after that dream I'd had, I definately needed comfort.