Insanity Of Wonderland

Chapter 4

I sat in a wooden chair that had a nice welcoming pink cushion on it. The walls inside this room looked different from the rest of the interior building. As if you were stepping into a whole different universe, it made you blink a few times due to all the bright colors. I swung my legs back and forth slowly, looking around at the different drawings on the walls and the picture frames that were placed neatly on the desk that was pushed into a little bit of a corner.

I was sent here after being told that someone wanted to meet me. I wasn't told who or why. Perhaps they could explain to me what was going on? A man suddenly came in rubbing his hands together that smelled strongly of hand sanitizer. "I apologize for the wait, I had to take care of something before coming down." He sat in a leather chair in front of me. One that clearly looks more welcoming and warmer than mine.

I didn't speak. Even though this strange man seemed sweet and polite, I had just been yelled at and treated harshly by the others who brought me here. Who's to say he wasn't going to start doing the same? I watched as the random man crossed his legs and picked up a journal and a black pen.

He wore black slacks that you'd wear to somewhere nice like a wedding. He was also wearing a white button down shirt that was tucked neatly into his slacks and a white jacket that most doctors would wear. For his shoes, they were squeaky clean. Brown loafers that looked too nice to be in this building to begin with.

"So, you must be Emma," he said. Writing a few things down as he did. "Would you like to tell me about yourself?" He asked, looking up at me. He had a nice trimmed beard. His hair pushed back and shiny. He definitely had put a fresh coat of gel onto it. My silence was definitely noticeable which caused him to lean in a bit close. "Would you like a piece of candy?" His voice was a bit mellow and deep, but not rough and druffly like my fathers and the knights. It was warm and welcoming.

I nodded, the thought of something to eat made my stomach growl. He, the doctor, reached over to the coffee table between us, opening up a glass lid of a bowl that was nicely decorated. "Here." He welcomed me to take one and I did. More than one, looking at the labels of candy before settling on a chocolate bar and beads of sugar that had multiple colors with an initial decorated over all of them.

"My name is Doctor Maxwell, I'm here to help you. You came here because your parents believe that you are sick." I gazed upon him, confusion rushing over my face. "I don't feel sick" I finally spoke, my lips smacking from the chocolate bar. "Well, Emma, sometimes someone can be sick and feel perfectly fine," he adds. I sack back in my chair, thinking for a moment.

"I suppose. Does that mean if I talk to you, you guys can help me?" I asked, now sitting more comfortably in my chair even though I was worried about getting a splinter. "Yes, that's correct." He returned to his original sitting position. "So Emma. Tell me about yourself. I'm sure a young pretty girl like yourself has some fine stories." He pulled out some black reading glasses, placing them on.

"Alright. Where should I begin?" I asked politely, looking at him for a little guidance, "Well, I was told that you have a big imagination. Why don't you tell me when this 'imagination' started." I didn't know it then, but I wish I knew the horrors of the building that kept me inside it.