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..... What am I supposed to be writing here?

I have no idea.

I don't even know why I decided to write in this notebook. I've found it in my old clothes, the ones I had when I arrived in Wonderland. Weird. I had no memory of bringing anything like this with me.

This journal, it feels somewhat familiar. I could've sworn I had already written in this...

But all the pages are white, free of any ink. My own words seem like intruders in this world of pure whiteness.

Still... I have to talk. My own silence is driving me crazy.

"Speak no more than ten words in ten years," said the Queen.

Easier said than done. I haven't spoken one yet, but I feel like I might lose it soon. This journal is a good opportunity to end my suffering. I do not need to talk if I can just write it down, don't I?

I manage to communicate by writing with the few people around me. It only is a pain when the Hatter comes. He never does listen - or read - what I have to say.

And the Queen...

Well, he doesn't want me to speak up. Shall I laugh...

Anyway. I keep telling myself that it isn't so bad. At least, now, I know that I can always talk as much as I want on paper. I can finally say everything I ever wanted to say.

And there is so much I want to share! I now only wish to have the time to convey all of it on paper. Wait-

..The Queen's calling for me. Again.

I guess that'll be all for today.

- Jack of Hearts

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