<div style="text-align: justify;">Alice blinked a few times, confused at the Rabbit's words. She really didn't think her stories were that important in general. But they meant a lot <span style="font-style: italic">to her</span>, after all the work she had gone through writing and illustrating them. She had put great effort on the first time, and now doing it all again, she wouldn't risk losing them again. "My father did it", Alice explained quietly. "He thought I would snap out of it if he destroyed them, and so he did it one day while I was out with my mother". Alice let out an unhappy sigh. If her father had not destroyed her stories, which caused no harm to anyone, she would still be living at home. But then again, people at home didn't really understand her, or cared that much.<br/><br/>Shaking these thoughts off, Alice listened to the Rabbit. When he said some people would do things they shouldn't to get away, Alice looked at her scarred wrist and nodded softly. "I know, sometimes it seems like the only way out", the girl murmured quietly. <br/><br/>When the Rabbit touched her shoulder, Alice shivered just a bit. She then took a deep breath and showed a tired smile. "Don't worry. I wouldn't tell anyone about you. This would only make them think I am crazier than I am."<br/><br/>The girl sighed and went back to the bed. She rubbed her eyes softly, never looking away from the Rabbit. "I think I need to rest a little", she murmured. "Will you be around when I wake up?"</div>