Not So Wonderland Anymore

At St. Bishops

The Hatter was sitting on a bench out side. Quietly watching the birds fly free. The didn’t let him have any contact with any of the other patience accept for brief visits with the Cheshire. They both know what was happening to Victoria. They both woke up in cold sweats at night as they watched her so called father violate her. Defile her in every manor possible. It mad the Hatter’s blood boil and every time he tried to do something they drugged him. He was helpless. Useless. He placed his face in his hands. He then combed them back though is now super long hair. No one could out why his hair was growing so fast hell he couldn’t figure it out. All he knew was a Hatter wasn’t a Hatter with out his top hat. He needed it back and they had it somewhere in that building. He looked up at the gray stone castle asylum. He then turned back and looked at the birds. The could be free but the choose to stay on his side of the fence and be his friend. The Hatter sat there and looked up at the blue sky. Freedom was soon and soon he would be with Victoria again and the bastard will be murdered. This was for sure.