Everything was dull. Black and white in a way. Nothing was how it used to be, and how it used to be wasn’t what it should’ve been. Her mind was a place she never dared to enter, for she never knew what lay there after that frightful day.
She still had flashbacks. Flashbacks of that world of nonsensical madness, and the people who thought she was just that. But she knew that that day was a sign. What sign she could not tell you. All she knew was to never again follow a white rabbit…