Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Seventeen ( Chapter 17 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.20.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.20.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
"Oh...right." He leaned back, trying to relax. "I...haven't exactly decided." It was harder to refuse her now that she was slowly starting to get better. Something which he still hadn't been able to fathom.
She laid back down. "I see."
"What kind of...um, relationship...would you prefer?"
"You sound like a teenage boy," she pointed out. "And I don't have to answer that."
He rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, I still am a teenager." Just a teenager who skipped three grades and graduated from medical school by the age of seventeen.
"I would have never guessed," she said smiling.
"Yeah. Apparently I'm a genius. At least that's what everyone called me going through school." He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.
"I don't really remember much about school," she said. "Kinda stopped going when they called me crazy."
"You didn't miss much save for ridicule, bullying, awkward phases of puberty, weird romances, and first kisses."
She looked at the padded ceiling. "I would have liked to experience all that."
"Really? If you had experienced it you probably would wish that you hadn't. There are more teenage suicides each year...."
She looked at him. "It sounds like I would fit right in then."
He shrugged. "Probably. I know I didn't. Though I was in high school by the time I was thirteen."
"I was in a straight jacket most of my thirteen days. My doctor didn't know how to deal with me so he found it easier to keep me tied down."
"I've never really found straight jackets all that necessary unless a patient is violent, or for foreplay of course," he said with a shrug.
"I have no idea what foreplay is but I'm sure that's not why I was in it. I was sort of violent. I didn't like that doctor too much, so I bit and scratched her a lot."
He nodded. "Yes, your records indicated that you had quite the mean streak for your first few years."
"I had a right to be. No one listened and everyone insisted I spoke in babbles. It was Mr. Cat that really could control me. For a long time he just held me in one of these padded rooms. It took such a long time for me to let anyone but him get near me." She brushed her hair from her face. "I feel kind of bad about it though. Mr. Cat had a lot of overtime hours because of me."
"That explains why he has a nicer car than I do," he mused softly after hearing that.
She smiled. "Yeah, I practically paid for his house. I wouldn't eat or sleep without him and he use to sneak me cookies even though I wasn't allowed sweets for a long time. He was the only one that understood me...and after all this time...he still really is."
He looked over at her and tried not to feel upset by that. "I understand you."
"No you don't. You just think you do. You look at me like some kind of case in your books, but Mr. Cat looks at me like a person."
"I've got an entire journal dedicated solely to you, Alice," he said with a small yawn. "Every word you've ever said is written down there. Yes, I look at you as a case, but that's only because I hope that one day you will be able to leave here."
"You want to cure me like some disease," she said shaking her head. "But if you want to understand me, you can't look at me like some kind of case you want to crack so it can be added to your resume. Mr. Cat understands that. It's exactly why I always talk to him. He believes in my Wonderland and he believes in me. You believe solely in a cure for the insane."
"Well then how would you suggest I go about doing things?" A doctor asking his patient for a diagnosis. Yeah, he was mad.
"I can't tell you how to have a heart," she rolled her eyes. "The way you looked at me is what comes from here," she said and placed her hand over her heart. "Whether you see me as a disease or whatever, starts from the heart."
He chuckled at this. "I had my heart removed in medical school." When she looked at him funny, he unbuttoned his shirt and took her hand to run it along the faint scar. "See?"
She pulled back. "How...is that possible?"
"Well they put another one in there," he told her. "I had a bad heart so they fixed it. I was a student's mid-term exam."
"That's...mad," she whispered. She laid back down and rolled on her side, her back to him. "At least your ok now and it works well so it still your heart," she said and curled up. "Mind as well get a nap. It's all you can do in a place like this."
"I slept all last night. I'm far from sleepy," he said. Once more he started to get up to try and bang on the door.
Alice glared at him. "If you don't stop banging on the door I'm going to put the straight jacket on you. Do you have any idea why they put these rooms so far down the stairs? So they wouldn't hear the screams and banging. So sit down and be patient!"
He pushed his glasses back up his nose. "This is driving me mad," he said. "I can't just sit around and do nothing." He banged on the door once more, trying to look out to the hallway. He was the doctor, not the patient. He wasn't suppose to be on the inside.
Alice grabbed his leg and pulled, watching him hit the ground. She crawled over him and pinned him down. "If you keep banging on that door I'm going to bang your head against it until you really are crazy!"
He groaned as he looked up at her. "Hitting a person's head doesn't make them crazy," he muttered as he stared up at her.
"If you hit it enough times with a door it will. Want to test it?"
"It's a padded door," he replied.
"Like I said, want to test it?"
He smirked. "Sure. Why not."
She smiled. Getting off him, she banged his head hard against the door. She winced when she heard the loud 'bang.' "Oh my Gosh! Are you ok?"
He winced and held his head. "Okay, that hurt more than I thought it would," he whimpered.
"Now, if I did that a bunch of times, I'm sure you would go crazy."
He shook his head. "No, I wouldn't. I'd just be really upset."
She banged his head again. "Feeling crazy yet?"
He hissed again. "No...just more pain," he muttered.
"Well, you want me to keep trying or are you willing to admit that I'm right?"
"That you're right about what?"
"If I bang your head enough times you'll go crazy," she smirked.
He rolled his eyes. "I will not go crazy," he told her as he started to sit up.
She once more slammed his head into it.
He hissed, holding his head. "Stop that!"
She stood with him, adjusting his shirt on her. "Or what?"
"Or else...something. I don't know," he muttered rubbing his head.
She leaned her back against the door. "Feels weird being locked in here and not having the jacket on. Usually I would be sitting over in the corner screaming about how my rabbit was too far away. My last doctor had a knack for teasing me. He use to put me in a straight jacket and take my rabbit away." She walked over and picked up her rabbit.
"Oh, well that's wonderful. That's just what you needed," he sighed, rubbing his sore head. "It just feels weird being locked up. I do the locking, not the other way around."
She looked at him, obviously hurt. "How can you say that?" she said shaking her head. "This rabbit is the only thing I have left of my parents. How can you say that taking it away from little girl was good for her? You mind as well ripe her heart out." She looked down at the rabbit. It really was the only thing that survived the fire. It came out without a scratch on it.
"It's called sarcasm," he told her. Looking back at the door, he squinted, trying to see something through the glass. "Where did I put my glasses?" Of course this was followed by a crunching sound coming from Alice's direction.
Alice looked under her feet. She went down and picked up his broken glasses. Her bare foot was now bleeding. "I think I found them," she mumbled and started wiping the blood from it. "Only one of the lenses is cracked," she added and put them back on his head.
He looked through the cracked lens and shook his head. "Wonderful." Taking off his glasses, he put them in a pocket. "Give me your foot," he said as he began fidgeting through his pockets for something to stop the bleeding.
She sat on the ground and held her foot to him. "This wouldn't happen if you hadn't taken all my shoes away." When Alice first met Matthew, she threw her shoes at him. Even slippers weren't safe from being thrown. "You deserved whatever I gave you."
"How did I deserve all that?" He pulled out a handkerchief and began gently dabbing at the wounds. He then proceeded to set her foot in his lap and tie the handkerchief around it.
"At the time, I was allowed to go outside with the rest of the patients and I heard you tell the director that you wanted my case badly because you had never known anyone to suffer from such delusions as me. Then you proceeded to call me crazy in your text book terms. The day we met, you didn't even look up from your clipboard, you just asked me a million questions and expected me to open up to you. I was only fourteen and I had trust issues. You were cocky and a jerk."
"Yes, well, I was still in med school at the time," he told her. "I was trying hard to prove myself, and you seemed like just the person which would help me do that. Besides, I was sixteen at the time. Hormones raging, and all that. It's to be expected."
"Expected? I got my first period that year, what was expected was for me to have a doctor that was nice enough to make me feel like I was normal. You didn't even tell me your name when we first met. You just walked in, sat down, and said 'Good morning, I'm your new doctor. From this moment on you will answer solely to me.' You were such an ass."
He looked at her curiously. "How does having your period-" He shook his head slowly. "Regardless, that is the past."
"I thought I was dying that year. No one told me that girls bleed once a month! I felt like I really was crazy and I needed someone to tell me I was normal," she said. "Mr. Cat promised that I would get a doctor that would be nicer than the others. I had hoped to ask you questions about become a woman the day we met, but once again I had to turn to Mr. Cat."
He frowned at this. "Well, do you have any questions now?"
"No. Mr. Cat sunk me some books in a few years ago. Like I said, he's always taken really good care of me. It's why I won't let any other nurse near me. He's the only one that really cares about me." She looked at her foot and pulled it back to her. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," he told her softly. "So, before then no one had explained to you anything about your body?"
"No," she said shaking her head. "My other doctors didn't like me just like I didn't like them. We never talked and most of the time I was drugged up. I don't remember a lot of my first three years here because of that. I didn't know a lot of things when I first came here," she explained. She pushed some hair behind her ears. "I didn't know about my period or about how babies were born. I didn't know about sex and there is still a lot I don't know about sex. But," she smiled, "Mr. Cat didn't want me to learn too much, so he only sunk me certain books. He wanted me to stay innocent."
"Well, it seems he did a good job of that," he told her. "At least you know about your body now; and other things." He chuckled at that, just trying to imagine the nurse explaining to her about periods and babies.
"Yeah, he was really nice about it and tried to answer all my questions. And I had so many. I think more than one time I had him blushing," she said with a light laugh. "Don't worry, he'll be the one to bring dinner, so we will be out of here in no time. Well, at least you will."
"You'll be taken back to your room, Alice," he told her. "This room is driving me crazy. I can only imagine that it's not exactly helping you."
"It's not so bad," she said. "It's just like being locked up in my room...only with less meals," she pointed out. "I mean, there isn't anything different from my room and this room. I just have a bed and nightstand and window. Try being locked in your room day in and day out. Then you'll really go crazy."
"I'd rather not," he told her. "Staying still right now is killing me. If I had to do this any longer than a day I probably would go mad."
She smiled. "You wouldn't last one day in my shoes," she laughed. Looking down at her shirt, she did a few buttons to cover herself more. "Sorry about taking your shirt. I didn't think it was proper for me to go back to my room in nothing."
He smirked at that. "Don't challenge me," he told her. "I've never lost a challenge." As he looked at her in his shirt, he shrugged. "Don't worry. It looks cute on you. If you'd woken me up I would have gotten a gown for you."
"I was mad at you and I really didn't care to talk to you, but since you came to rescue me, I guess I can forgive you," she said shrugging.
He was going to tell her that he didn't come to rescue her, but why ruin it? "Yes, well now it is the both of us that need to be rescued."
"I said not to worry. Mr. Cat never leaves me here for as long as I'm suppose to be here. He'll bring dinner early and it will be a whole lot because he knows I haven't ate all day. Then he usually sits with me so I don't feel so alone."
She laid back down. "I see."
"What kind of...um, relationship...would you prefer?"
"You sound like a teenage boy," she pointed out. "And I don't have to answer that."
He rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, I still am a teenager." Just a teenager who skipped three grades and graduated from medical school by the age of seventeen.
"I would have never guessed," she said smiling.
"Yeah. Apparently I'm a genius. At least that's what everyone called me going through school." He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.
"I don't really remember much about school," she said. "Kinda stopped going when they called me crazy."
"You didn't miss much save for ridicule, bullying, awkward phases of puberty, weird romances, and first kisses."
She looked at the padded ceiling. "I would have liked to experience all that."
"Really? If you had experienced it you probably would wish that you hadn't. There are more teenage suicides each year...."
She looked at him. "It sounds like I would fit right in then."
He shrugged. "Probably. I know I didn't. Though I was in high school by the time I was thirteen."
"I was in a straight jacket most of my thirteen days. My doctor didn't know how to deal with me so he found it easier to keep me tied down."
"I've never really found straight jackets all that necessary unless a patient is violent, or for foreplay of course," he said with a shrug.
"I have no idea what foreplay is but I'm sure that's not why I was in it. I was sort of violent. I didn't like that doctor too much, so I bit and scratched her a lot."
He nodded. "Yes, your records indicated that you had quite the mean streak for your first few years."
"I had a right to be. No one listened and everyone insisted I spoke in babbles. It was Mr. Cat that really could control me. For a long time he just held me in one of these padded rooms. It took such a long time for me to let anyone but him get near me." She brushed her hair from her face. "I feel kind of bad about it though. Mr. Cat had a lot of overtime hours because of me."
"That explains why he has a nicer car than I do," he mused softly after hearing that.
She smiled. "Yeah, I practically paid for his house. I wouldn't eat or sleep without him and he use to sneak me cookies even though I wasn't allowed sweets for a long time. He was the only one that understood me...and after all this time...he still really is."
He looked over at her and tried not to feel upset by that. "I understand you."
"No you don't. You just think you do. You look at me like some kind of case in your books, but Mr. Cat looks at me like a person."
"I've got an entire journal dedicated solely to you, Alice," he said with a small yawn. "Every word you've ever said is written down there. Yes, I look at you as a case, but that's only because I hope that one day you will be able to leave here."
"You want to cure me like some disease," she said shaking her head. "But if you want to understand me, you can't look at me like some kind of case you want to crack so it can be added to your resume. Mr. Cat understands that. It's exactly why I always talk to him. He believes in my Wonderland and he believes in me. You believe solely in a cure for the insane."
"Well then how would you suggest I go about doing things?" A doctor asking his patient for a diagnosis. Yeah, he was mad.
"I can't tell you how to have a heart," she rolled her eyes. "The way you looked at me is what comes from here," she said and placed her hand over her heart. "Whether you see me as a disease or whatever, starts from the heart."
He chuckled at this. "I had my heart removed in medical school." When she looked at him funny, he unbuttoned his shirt and took her hand to run it along the faint scar. "See?"
She pulled back. "How...is that possible?"
"Well they put another one in there," he told her. "I had a bad heart so they fixed it. I was a student's mid-term exam."
"That's...mad," she whispered. She laid back down and rolled on her side, her back to him. "At least your ok now and it works well so it still your heart," she said and curled up. "Mind as well get a nap. It's all you can do in a place like this."
"I slept all last night. I'm far from sleepy," he said. Once more he started to get up to try and bang on the door.
Alice glared at him. "If you don't stop banging on the door I'm going to put the straight jacket on you. Do you have any idea why they put these rooms so far down the stairs? So they wouldn't hear the screams and banging. So sit down and be patient!"
He pushed his glasses back up his nose. "This is driving me mad," he said. "I can't just sit around and do nothing." He banged on the door once more, trying to look out to the hallway. He was the doctor, not the patient. He wasn't suppose to be on the inside.
Alice grabbed his leg and pulled, watching him hit the ground. She crawled over him and pinned him down. "If you keep banging on that door I'm going to bang your head against it until you really are crazy!"
He groaned as he looked up at her. "Hitting a person's head doesn't make them crazy," he muttered as he stared up at her.
"If you hit it enough times with a door it will. Want to test it?"
"It's a padded door," he replied.
"Like I said, want to test it?"
He smirked. "Sure. Why not."
She smiled. Getting off him, she banged his head hard against the door. She winced when she heard the loud 'bang.' "Oh my Gosh! Are you ok?"
He winced and held his head. "Okay, that hurt more than I thought it would," he whimpered.
"Now, if I did that a bunch of times, I'm sure you would go crazy."
He shook his head. "No, I wouldn't. I'd just be really upset."
She banged his head again. "Feeling crazy yet?"
He hissed again. "No...just more pain," he muttered.
"Well, you want me to keep trying or are you willing to admit that I'm right?"
"That you're right about what?"
"If I bang your head enough times you'll go crazy," she smirked.
He rolled his eyes. "I will not go crazy," he told her as he started to sit up.
She once more slammed his head into it.
He hissed, holding his head. "Stop that!"
She stood with him, adjusting his shirt on her. "Or what?"
"Or else...something. I don't know," he muttered rubbing his head.
She leaned her back against the door. "Feels weird being locked in here and not having the jacket on. Usually I would be sitting over in the corner screaming about how my rabbit was too far away. My last doctor had a knack for teasing me. He use to put me in a straight jacket and take my rabbit away." She walked over and picked up her rabbit.
"Oh, well that's wonderful. That's just what you needed," he sighed, rubbing his sore head. "It just feels weird being locked up. I do the locking, not the other way around."
She looked at him, obviously hurt. "How can you say that?" she said shaking her head. "This rabbit is the only thing I have left of my parents. How can you say that taking it away from little girl was good for her? You mind as well ripe her heart out." She looked down at the rabbit. It really was the only thing that survived the fire. It came out without a scratch on it.
"It's called sarcasm," he told her. Looking back at the door, he squinted, trying to see something through the glass. "Where did I put my glasses?" Of course this was followed by a crunching sound coming from Alice's direction.
Alice looked under her feet. She went down and picked up his broken glasses. Her bare foot was now bleeding. "I think I found them," she mumbled and started wiping the blood from it. "Only one of the lenses is cracked," she added and put them back on his head.
He looked through the cracked lens and shook his head. "Wonderful." Taking off his glasses, he put them in a pocket. "Give me your foot," he said as he began fidgeting through his pockets for something to stop the bleeding.
She sat on the ground and held her foot to him. "This wouldn't happen if you hadn't taken all my shoes away." When Alice first met Matthew, she threw her shoes at him. Even slippers weren't safe from being thrown. "You deserved whatever I gave you."
"How did I deserve all that?" He pulled out a handkerchief and began gently dabbing at the wounds. He then proceeded to set her foot in his lap and tie the handkerchief around it.
"At the time, I was allowed to go outside with the rest of the patients and I heard you tell the director that you wanted my case badly because you had never known anyone to suffer from such delusions as me. Then you proceeded to call me crazy in your text book terms. The day we met, you didn't even look up from your clipboard, you just asked me a million questions and expected me to open up to you. I was only fourteen and I had trust issues. You were cocky and a jerk."
"Yes, well, I was still in med school at the time," he told her. "I was trying hard to prove myself, and you seemed like just the person which would help me do that. Besides, I was sixteen at the time. Hormones raging, and all that. It's to be expected."
"Expected? I got my first period that year, what was expected was for me to have a doctor that was nice enough to make me feel like I was normal. You didn't even tell me your name when we first met. You just walked in, sat down, and said 'Good morning, I'm your new doctor. From this moment on you will answer solely to me.' You were such an ass."
He looked at her curiously. "How does having your period-" He shook his head slowly. "Regardless, that is the past."
"I thought I was dying that year. No one told me that girls bleed once a month! I felt like I really was crazy and I needed someone to tell me I was normal," she said. "Mr. Cat promised that I would get a doctor that would be nicer than the others. I had hoped to ask you questions about become a woman the day we met, but once again I had to turn to Mr. Cat."
He frowned at this. "Well, do you have any questions now?"
"No. Mr. Cat sunk me some books in a few years ago. Like I said, he's always taken really good care of me. It's why I won't let any other nurse near me. He's the only one that really cares about me." She looked at her foot and pulled it back to her. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," he told her softly. "So, before then no one had explained to you anything about your body?"
"No," she said shaking her head. "My other doctors didn't like me just like I didn't like them. We never talked and most of the time I was drugged up. I don't remember a lot of my first three years here because of that. I didn't know a lot of things when I first came here," she explained. She pushed some hair behind her ears. "I didn't know about my period or about how babies were born. I didn't know about sex and there is still a lot I don't know about sex. But," she smiled, "Mr. Cat didn't want me to learn too much, so he only sunk me certain books. He wanted me to stay innocent."
"Well, it seems he did a good job of that," he told her. "At least you know about your body now; and other things." He chuckled at that, just trying to imagine the nurse explaining to her about periods and babies.
"Yeah, he was really nice about it and tried to answer all my questions. And I had so many. I think more than one time I had him blushing," she said with a light laugh. "Don't worry, he'll be the one to bring dinner, so we will be out of here in no time. Well, at least you will."
"You'll be taken back to your room, Alice," he told her. "This room is driving me crazy. I can only imagine that it's not exactly helping you."
"It's not so bad," she said. "It's just like being locked up in my room...only with less meals," she pointed out. "I mean, there isn't anything different from my room and this room. I just have a bed and nightstand and window. Try being locked in your room day in and day out. Then you'll really go crazy."
"I'd rather not," he told her. "Staying still right now is killing me. If I had to do this any longer than a day I probably would go mad."
She smiled. "You wouldn't last one day in my shoes," she laughed. Looking down at her shirt, she did a few buttons to cover herself more. "Sorry about taking your shirt. I didn't think it was proper for me to go back to my room in nothing."
He smirked at that. "Don't challenge me," he told her. "I've never lost a challenge." As he looked at her in his shirt, he shrugged. "Don't worry. It looks cute on you. If you'd woken me up I would have gotten a gown for you."
"I was mad at you and I really didn't care to talk to you, but since you came to rescue me, I guess I can forgive you," she said shrugging.
He was going to tell her that he didn't come to rescue her, but why ruin it? "Yes, well now it is the both of us that need to be rescued."
"I said not to worry. Mr. Cat never leaves me here for as long as I'm suppose to be here. He'll bring dinner early and it will be a whole lot because he knows I haven't ate all day. Then he usually sits with me so I don't feel so alone."