My parents used to always read me stories about things like pixies and goblins. I knew they were fake but i used to always listen and think of the meaning behind the story. Once my mother brought back a book about a girl falling through a rabbit hole while chasing after a rabbit, then going into a whole different world named 'Wonderland'. That was my favourite story. But then the next day, i was having a picnic in my garden. My parents were in the living room, playing the piano. I could hear them play their beautiful peice of music from the garden. It was peaceful until i heard rustling behind me; I looked round, behund me..i saw a white rabbit, like the one in the story. My body just got up without taking my eyes off the rabbit towards it slowly on its own, i couldn't control it.
My long, brunette hair was swaying in the breeze as i walked. It seemed like the animal was taking me somewhere. Was it like in the stories? Will i get taken to Wonderland like in the book?. Suddenly the rabbit started to run like it just realised that i was following; I started to run after it. "Mr. Rabbit?" I kept repeating, thinking that it would respond. But then i stopped. I didn't realise until now where i was. I heard the sound of silence until i came to my senses. I looked round to my side. I saw a truck coming to me. My eyes went wide and before i could do anything...my body fell onto the rocky road following my eyes shutting into the darkness...that was the day i died.
