Chapter 4 | Fanfiction of American McGee's 'Alice Madness Returns' \m/

Chapter 4 – Rutledge Asylum 

November the 4^th , probably one of the worst dates of my life. I was transferred from Littlemore Infirmary, to Rutledge Asylum where I’d undergo tests on how my mental state was handling things.

And there it was again, the daydream. After so long without having it, it finally came to me; the bright colours, the wonderful views. But for some strange reason it wasn’t the same, it was darker, sicker. 

The dream came to me whilst I was in a stretcher on the way to Rutledge, but I didn’t travel to it down the rabbit hole. It seemed like I was there for a while, and that I never left. Its beguiling fragrance now distinctly suggests a decaying corpse. I found myself on the side of the path near the hatters tea party table and cottage. But for some reason I couldn’t see it, there was no table to be seen only broken china cups and saucers everywhere. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it, the once colourful exciting place where I drank tea and ate muffins and talked about how wonderful this and was, it’s all gone, as if there was some massacre or fire… a fire?! What if the fire that happened in real life, caused it to have an effect on my dream state, maybe I ruined wonderland and killed all the animals and people with it, what have I done?

I woke up with a sudden prod in my arm, as though I was just drugged… turns out I was, it was some sort of anaesthetic to help me rest easy but to the point to put me to sleep. My Doctor, Heironymous Q. Wilson was the person to take my examination first, and he presented me blind, deaf and dumb just like the nurse in Littlemore did, but I wasn’t and I don’t understand how they haven’t classed me as normal yet! I could hear every word they were saying, and I could speak but I just haven’t tried to yet. The drug they gave me numbed my tongue and for that I wasn’t able to talk but make noises, which clearly made me sound a little bit mad… okay maybe very mad but still, I wasn’t blind nor was I deaf! Don’t know about dumb though, didn’t really have a maths exam to test my knowledge.

During my examination the drugs they gave me caused me to talk for the first time after a couple of hours of it wearing off. 

‘Wonderland’

‘Alice… must save… Wonderland’

I bet my doctor thought I was fucking nuts… oh god did I just swear?! My mother would not be happy, then again she never was happy...

Sorry about that, so yeah I started talking about wonderland, I couldn’t help it, it wasn’t my brain speaking it was something else, something inside me bringing out these words and thoughts of Wonderland, why do I need to save it? What’s causing me to say these things? I wasn’t even saying it in my accent, because I’m from oxford, and my father was a teacher I spoke very highly, and I spoke very ‘posh’ as such, but not extremely like some sort of rich kid. And when I was speaking about Wonderland, I talked in a grumbly accent, a very slow calming accent, it sounded so familiar. 

After many examinations, my Doctor could finally cut down words and sentences and even paragraphs of my outbursts of my ‘insane fairy tale’

But what he didn’t know was that whilst I was supposedly ‘muttering’ these words of wonderland, I was experiencing every single bit in day light circumstances, I was in wonderland… whilst my eyes were open, meaning I was awake the whole time. I couldn’t see clearly what was happening, but I could see that wonderland was getting darker and sicker again but this time there were different creatures, almost like someone is creating them.

There were dolls, a lot of dolls, dolls that I’d never seen before. They were half dead mostly, some of them not even walking straight due to no eyesight. But they were covered in red, yet it wasn’t blood? Because they were dolls, and for some reason they were trying to attack me. Everywhere they walked, the grass became darker, and mossier almost as if the dolls were creating death as they walked. 

There were other things too, before I was about to wake up, there was this human like creature, dressed in a deep blue blazer and a bright red tie. At first glance he looked like a human, he had snow white like skin, and as skinny as an anorexic on a good day, but there was something different. After a while of trying to clear my mind to help clear my vision, a sudden shock went through my system when it turned out that this humans face was one of the Jabberwocky face! 

My heart started to beat faster as the creature began to walk faster towards me, stumbling on uneven ground as though it was a toddler, its hands transformed into long, slimy claws as though it was in a battle with a slug. Blood red eyes were staring right through into my soul as I heard its breath getting louder, and it sounding more hungrier by the second, whilst drool was dripping down from its snake like mouth. 

‘You selfish, misbegotten and unnatural child! You smelled the smoke, but you were in dreamland having tea with all your lovely imaginary friends. You couldn’t be bothered. Your room was protected and spared while your family upstairs roasted in an inferno of incredible horror! It was all your fault Alice Liddell, it will haunt you forever’

At this moment in time I knew then that the Jabberwocky was a manifestation of the survivor guilt over the death of my family, did he not know that I knew it was all my fault? Was he not smart enough to realise that I knew the death of my own family was going to haunt me. My mind was already making up stuff when they were alive, I don’t know what my mind is capable of.

At this point I jolted awake as they were trying to put leeches on my skin to anger me, they thought the leeches were why I jolted, but much to their annoyance it wasn’t. I was still non-responsive.

‘In all my years here at Rutledge, ive never seen anything quite like it, no treatment seems to move her! I thought I had her when we put the leeches on her’

‘When I hold a flame to her dark blue eyes nothing in her vacuous gaze betrays the faintest glimmer of response’

‘I clap a pair of blocks at her ear. Nothing’

‘On some nights, she howled like a banshee!’

‘She is far, far gone, this one'.

I wasn’t gone, I was still here, I just didn’t want to wake up yet.

Chapter 3 | Fanfiction of American McGee's 'Alice Madness Returns' \m/

Chapter 3 – Littlemore Infirmary

Oh what great words from my beloved Doctor at the hospital I was taken too, of what I can remember my diagnosis was that I fell into ‘catatonic state’ and the reason of the fire was apparently because Dinah knocked over a lit oil lamp. But as I said earlier, no fire hazard was lit? And there were definitely no oil lamps near Lizzie’s room, so I don’t quite understand how they came to that conclusion.

I was at Littlemore Infirmary for about a year, whilst my third degree burns were being healed, and even though I was irresponsive with the nurses and doctors, I still was very thankful for everything they had done for me. When the skins on my hands were healed I could feel the rest of my body, and although they were brittle as carps scales, I was feeling them in some happy way because I survived the flames of my own home. Once I realised I thought this, I remembered that Mother and Father were dead, and Lizzie was gone, and my whole family home and memories were burnt away in the darkness of my mind. 

Everything was too bright for me to concentrate on the room, my head was spinning from all the meds they have given me. Even though I still couldn’t move, my eyes were healed but not enough for me to see clearly. I remember one of the nurses who was surrounding me whilst I was covered in bandages, and she said that I was blind? Well I wasn’t, so she was lying, i couldn’t see exactly clearly, but i could still see, maybe id have to wear glasses for the rest of my life I couldn’t care at least I was still alive. 

The room was a bright blue colour, but I suppose it seemed brighter because I haven’t had my eyes open in a while. As I was only 7 I was in the Children’s Infirmary part, which was well known for its brightly painted walls, with different animals and types of fish painted all over them. For some reason my room didn’t have any animals or fish in them. Maybe it was because I was in the burns unit and they just thought ‘oh they’re unconscious they don’t need to see any animals’. I was very nicely treated by my doctor especially, he took a liking to me due to my determination to feel better about myself, and to try and heal quicker. But for third degree burns it was obviously going to take a while before I was fully healed enough, plus I had to ‘learn’ how to walk again, as such. 

Spending a year at an Infirmary whilst the rest of your family is dead is quite hard, especially when no one has even bothered to visit. As far as I know I do have other relatives such as my Grandparents on my Father’s side whom are still alive. I have lots of cousins which I know are obviously still alive, and I also have aunties and uncles who are alive too… yet no one seemed to visit me.

As far as I know my grandparents have talked to the doctors about ‘how long I have left’ as both of them pretty much were positive that I was going to die, they already had a coffin picked out for me. Which I suppose means they did care in a harsh certain way, they also asked about my parents and sister which I happened to be awake for.

‘Do you know what caused the fire Doctor?’

‘As far as we know, our conclusion to it is the cat Dinah, knocked over a lit lamp near dear Elizabeth’s room, unfortunately there was no way we could have saved Lizzie as she was the first room to become in taken with flames’

‘What about our son and daughter-in-law?’

 

‘I’m sorry Mrs Liddell, there was no way we could have saved them’

‘Why did she have to live, why couldn’t it have been my son?!’

Oh that’s great grandma thanks for that, she hated me. Ever since I started having these ‘daydreams’ she thought I was part of a ‘clan’ of witchcraft, and she thought I was possessed and that’s what caused me to have these ‘dreams’. But she’s obviously wrong because I’m clearly not a witch. She didn’t even come in to see how I was doing, nor did she leave anything like flowers. 

‘Her mind is still frazzled by the fire, whether her body is healed or not. She was in a catatonic state she needs to be sent to Rutledge’

Chapter 2 | Fanfiction of American McGee's 'Alice Madness Returns' \m/

Chapter 2 – The Fire

My house was beautiful, it was big enough for the four of us and our beloved cat Dinah. It was a two-story building with enough space for an attic. The front door was pure white, with no marks, and wooden with a large four-piece decorated panel. I never paid attention to detail on the way the front door was, but after a lot of visions of my old house, I realised it appeared to have a stone/brick base with a wooden deck. The second floor where all of the bedrooms were, were panelled with white, while the roof was a browny/black colour with several spikes at several edges. My door and Lizzie’s door was a lot different to my Mothers and Fathers, as they had balcony doors inside the house. Another thing I remember distinctively is that every lock for every door was different, and every key was a different shape or made of different material, I don’t know why my parents would have done that. 

You are probably wondering why im talking about my house in the past tense, when I was a very young girl, after all the visions and dreams were long gone and forgotten about. I must have been about 6 or 7, and to this day I still cannot remember what fully happened, all I know is that my 18 year old sister’s room was locked, my parents rooms were locked, and the house was on fire. Everywhere flames, it seemed to have happened in the matter of minutes during the night, everything was red, and orange and too bright of a colour for me to see. My room was the only one unlocked, and I tried to open my parent’s door, but it just wouldn’t budge. Lizzie’s room was the first to go up into a raging inferno and to this day I still don’t understand why, she was the furthest away from any fire hazard, and it spread from her door outwards. Lizzie NEVER locked her door, I remember one day she had an argument with my mother over having a lock on her door, whilst at the time my mother was quite surprised she still wouldn’t give into Lizzie in taking it off, she thought it would have been a good idea if someone ‘broke in’ but said it in a way that she knew something would happen. This is one of the reasons why I cant remember what fully happened because so many different newspaper stories and so many different lawyers and councillors told me different scientific facts that I didn’t even care about. All I know is that deep in the darkness of ash and this magnificent broken down building, I could still hear my parents screams, but in some strange way can never remember hearing Lizzie at all. Dinah, my wonderful black cat helped me break free of the house, its as if she already planned an escape route. I didn’t want to leave, my family were dying but for some reason something told me to leave, that memories were important pieces of the past, and that it was part of my ‘prophecy’ of some sort to survive from this.

‘No response still Dr, third degree burns, blind, deaf and dumb’ 

‘How could she have survived such a tragic fire? All of her family is dead’

‘This is going to take a while’

‘Why wont she let go of that rabbit? Its in tatters!’

‘Alice… Alice if you hear me you are in Littlemore Infirmary, you are very badly burnt and you will be here until you are healed fully, were sorry Alice. Unfortunately, you and your cat Dinah were the only ones to survive the fire. We will try give you the best support we can, just stay strong’

Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writings desk? Chapter 1 | Fanfiction of American McGee's 'Alice Madness Returns' \m/

//This is my fanfiction ive been writing about the game Alice Madness Returns, it takes a different approach to the game in an emotional state but im writing it as though i was alice, ill be adding the chapters i have wrote, but will be adding chapters when i can :) i want to start writing again!

ENJOY//

Chapter 1 – The Dreams

It used to be some sort of weird dream I kept having as a child, of a place full of wonder. The sky was of a great teal colour, and the ground contrasted that with its different greens and yellow brick paths, unfortunately it wasn’t alike to the Wizard of Oz yellow brick road but it was close enough. As far as dreams go, they either go really well and you can’t remember them when you wake up, or they’re the most horrific images your mind could probably ever create or my mind at least. You see I’m one of those kids that your parents told to stay away from in school because I was ‘strange’ and that’s probably the nicest way they’ve put it.

The dreams that my mind created were of the same place, but the images of the colourful side to my dream land started to disintegrate slowly, and more and more often when I had the dreams, I barely got a glimpse of the beautiful land I once used to draw, and convince myself that was real. It was more blurred out and not as clear as they used to be, and I could never make out what was there. 

The first time I had this dream I was at least 4-5, it was a lovely dream to begin with but I knew from the start that it was a strange dream, and it more likely would transform into a nightmare. It always began with me falling; I was used to that… falling, it seemed like it was a place that I’ve been to before, almost as though it wasn’t a dream… it was a memory.

It seemed like it took forever to get to the bottom of this whole I always seemed to be falling down, as though it was the only entrance but surely there must have been another? It was like a giant rabbit hole, only bigger, in fact it was bigger on the inside but smaller on the outside, it was always hidden in different places of this field I used to play on. Oh I should probably explain more about who I am and where I used to live before I decide to tell you about my strange visions and for you to judge that I’m sort of ‘mentally ill’ girl, I was certified sane, eventually.

My name is Alice Liddell, I used to live in Oxford, near the Thames river in a large house with my father, Arthur who was a dean at Oxford University, my mother she wouldn’t want me to post her name on here, so we’ll call her ‘Mrs Liddell’ and my sweet older sister Lizzie, also not forgetting my cat Dinah. My mother was a strict woman, but she never gave up on us, no matter how frustrated she was when me and Lizzie never listened. Lizzie was an intelligent girl, not surprising seen as my father worked in Oxford University, she was a lot more intelligent than me as I had more of an imagination than attention span. Our father never taught us lessons, but we did get taught by our Nanny Sharpe, learning French and music. This was all before the fire, but that’s another story. My family was a pretty happy family, whether we had a lot or not. But as soon as these dreams began things started to change.

Carrying on with my description of this ‘wonder-land’ the rabbit hole that without a doubt I always fell down, was almost painted in black and white blocks of colour, almost like a dogtooth pattern. There were other things falling with me, like parts of furniture and large clocks, all types of clocks, stop clocks, grandfather clocks… you get the picture. And everything was falling fast, I was falling fast, but everything was going so slow, almost as though it was a really deep hole, or a never ending one at that. It was terrifying at first, but got more and more boring the fact that it never ended! After a couple of hours, it at least felt 4-5 hours till my feet hit solid ground. As most dreams go its pretty much what you want to see in the dream but in a different aspect, in my version everything was bright colours, and lots of flowers, and lots of places to go, but it still felt dark, and things were still hidden whether I knew it or not. I told my Nanny Sharpe about these ‘night’ dreams, and as soon as she knew for some strange reason I started to have daydreams of it, she also tried taking my mind of it and tried to teach me to play piano, but like I said earlier my attention span is of that like a goldfish. Nanny Sharpe started worrying as most nanny’s do, she began to tell my mother these daydreams I was having, and I’m sure my mother must of thought Nanny Sharpe was mad. The good thing about Nanny Sharpe is that she was never strict on forcing me to do things I didn’t want to do, such as the piano, I did try but my imagination caused me to rather concentrate on my art of ‘wonder-land’ than learn the piano. I always hung around with Nanny Sharpe, even though she moved to London and began a ‘whore-house’ as my father put it, later on in my life I practically called that place home. 

After a few of these ‘idiotic idea’s’ my mother used to put it, I decided to try not to sleep, I got very ill and it was probably the stupidest idea I’ve ever had, because it didn’t stop the daydreams. It began every day, and throughout the day no matter what I tried to do to keep my mind off it, I always slipped back into that ‘induced coma’ sort of thing where I didn’t talk or respond to anyone, but lay on my bed and thought of ‘wonder-land’. There were different areas of wonderland I always visited, alike to my cat Dinah there was another cat that used to help me find my way whilst adventuring around. He liked to be called the ‘Cheshire Cat’ I don’t understand why his owners never gave him a name, all I know is he was bright purple, and he smiled a lot… he also can turn invisible, which was definitely a strange thing to see. I enjoyed having him as a companion, as my cat Dinah never showed up in my dream, I found it difficult to get used to having a different cat as Dinah has been in my family for years, and she’s never died? Strange cat. Cheshire guided me to my first tea party, where I met the infamous Mad Hatter, and March Hare, they spoke in riddles and rhymes and most of the time I never really listened, but enjoyed the tea. At some points The Hatter went silent, and its strange for him as he never shut up, but without him knowing I watched him like a hawk, and he did a lot of staring at me. With his bright yellow eyes, and his green hair, it seemed as though we were attracted to each other in a way, but it seemed mysterious like he could look into my future and see the meaning of my dreams. 

They spoke of this woman called The Red Queen, and I suppose she was Queen of the Land, but I didn’t even know this was a land I thought it was just my imagination creating places in my head, everything seemed so familiar. The Red Queen was named ‘higher rank’ as the March Hare spoke, and for some reason her name sent shivers down my spine like she just walked over my grave. I also met the famous Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum who spoke also in rhymes and riddles; it began to give me a headache really. The bright colours, wide spaces and all these riddles that didn’t even make sense, it became to much for me, and for some reason my visions and dreams stopped of this peculiar land.

The last thing that was said to me was from the Cheshire cat, he spoke in a cryptic way, but not in riddles, in a way that made me listen, made me want to listen. His voice was husky, and almost calming in some ways, but yet very growly for a cat. ‘Only a few find the way; some don’t recognize it when they do; some don’t ever want to, memories provide important pieces of the past Alice, come back and visit when you’re better’ he said this as I woke up, I had no vision of what was happening but I could still hear his voice. It was the first time I ever woke up from a daydream, and afterwards I never dreamt at all, it was just nothingness.

What i'd write to heaven | \m/

Dear Grandad and Grandma,
(John and Peg Morgan,
most likely a pub shaped cloud,
Heaven)

i hope all is well where you are, its horrible weather down here, but i suppose youll always have good weather where you are. First i'd like to say to grandad that everything is well down here, i still would love for you to see where we all are now, and it hurts knowing your graves are so far away but it feels like your both always here watching over all of us. Grandma it sucks that i never got to meet you, both me and ciar as youd probably be the life of the party if you were alive now, youd also probably get our ass's into gear as were lacking in confidence and strength at the moment, and probably well feed us if you could, not that mum doesnt but youd probably say shes doing it wrong haha.

Things are rough at the moment, i think alot of the time we dont really have the time together which is either good or bad, but i know if you were both here thered be alot more family meals and a lot less tension lol, theres a million and one things id like to tell you but itd be so much easier if there was atleast a phone booth in heaven that connects to here but im sure alot of people on earth would be using it and thered be no room for others. I think mum feels the same tbh, its been a tough couple of months, well a couple of years really and i think shed be better if she could hear one of your voices again. But like i said before, it feels as though theres always a presence around us in the worst of times, and when we feel alone, and id like to think of it as you two watching over us, its nicer that way than thinking its a bad spirit.

Ciarans now engaged to a girl named aisling, shes lovely, and theyre expecting a kid some time in the next couple of weeks, hes diagnosed with a heart problem aswell, even though you both werent alive when me and matty were diagnosed, you were when baby john was! i hope hes growing up well too...
Hes got hypoplastic left heart syndrome and a funny arch at the top of the heart, ive got wolff-parcinson white syndrome, atrioventricular tachycardia and superventricular tachycardia, and i cant remember what mattys got, something similar to archies i think, oh yeah thats what nephews names going to be... Archie-Jack McMillan (or morgan, ciaran hasnt decided yet) Ash is lovely, shes had some family troubles aswell, so we get on quite well.

Conars doing good, hes got a good job and a chilled life tbh, hes alot like you grandad, in many ways, and alot like Uncle John too! And mums doing well, her job is makin her a cripple though shes got tennis elbow and a muscle thats gone but apart from that shes as clean as a whistle.

Other than that everythings okay, im sure you know fully well whats going on if youve been hanging about right enough, but id love it if you were both here,itd be alot more happier lol.

Missing you.

Lots of love
Meg x



*hey guys im gna start doing a series of these letters when i feel like writing to my grandparents, it makes me feel alot calmer and i know it sounds really weird but its a pretty cool other way of letting everything out, enjoy!
MK x'

I need to discuss something | serious blog.

Actually there is a couple of things id like to discuss on this blog today, so be prepared for it to be a long one.

(guys these are my opinions so please dont give me shit, please dont start being twats, im allowed an opinion just like everyone else does.)

The first thing i want to discuss is the news about Robin Williams, not only was he my favorite actor but he gave the world such a hilarious opinion on things. What id like to talk about is how he died, and how alot of other celebrities are treated when they die the same way, i saw on twitter a couple of people posting 'why did he kill himself? he was rich and had the perfect life?' or 'its selfish for him to kill himself when there is worst people off'

Okay first thing, yes there is worst people off, but do you fully understand or know how someone lives? or what they feel during their lifetime? no you dont you only see whats on screen on their movies or stand ups or tv shows or even how the media portrays them to be, and even then they're putting faces on. Second thing is yeah it could be seen as selfish to be honest, but by the end of it its how they feel during their lives.

Suicide is a terrible thing, and there are statistics that show how many people actually die from it (mostly in America) but suicide never gets the attention it should do, unless a celebrity dies from it. This is the mad thing that people dont understand, the media underestimate the things that celebrities go through. as that other tweet said 'why did he kill himself he was rich?' So what if hes rich? hes still a human being! And even if he wasnt rich he would probably still go through the same thing, alot of celebrities get bad publicity from being a drug addict or alcoholic, and its bad publicity, the only thing newspapers and magazines care about is who can get more information, they dont care about how the celebrity feels or how theyre dealing with things.

Robin Williams supposedly took his own life from depression, and to be honest he was a very sad man, he did go through alot through the years of his acting and even before, im not saying i know everything about him, but its common sense to think that he was going through enough mentally to have the strength to take his own life from his family. The same as any other celebrity, in all seriousness i dont think its selfish, its brave, and it takes a strong person with a weak mind to be able to take their own life. And to be perfectly honest, i couldnt do it.

When someone suffers from severe depression, they try to get rid of their mental demons by dousing themselves in alcohol, or to try make themselves that high that they forget what they were even thinking of, and become addicted to drugs, like any person would. Instead of convincing yourself that you do have depression, you sit there and think of ways to get rid of those demons in an easier way.

There are alot of people out there who say they have depression, when really theyre just sad, and theyre attention seeking, and you can tell because if someone is diagnosed with that, they either dont tell anyone or tell their closest people, they dont post anything about their problems, because their problems are in their heads. Alot of people coming out of depression, feel the need to talk about it, as they are safe then to talk about it, and prove to people that they came out of it, they are the true people who have been diagnosed, not these people who say 'im going to kill myself because im depressed' and to be honest ive met ALOT of people who are like that.

I agree that depression is one of the circumstances of suicide, but it doesnt necessarily have to end that way, as i said before some people have come out of it, when others havent got the mental strength to. Its a serious problem in america, and anywhere else for that matter, but again the thing i want to moan about is the way the media portray it in celebrities, like its nothing, like its just another problem the celebrity has and that theyll come out of it because theyre rich or have good lives. When in reality, they are still human beings, and being rich and having constant publicity it may make their mental problems worse, which is usually what happens.

Celebrities are human beings just like us, they shouldnt get bad publicity or good publicity, they shouldnt even get publicity about their lives at all unless they want to be center of attention (such as the kardashians) but then some celebrities should just be left to their lives to live, however long they have left. Have some damn respect for other human beings no matter how high up on the food chain they are.

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The other thing id like to discuss about is parents.

Parents are sometimes great, sometimes amazing and sometimes just dont understand the definition of family or having a child, everyone will say different about their own parents, i think personally my mum is amazing, shes been the best to us three and even more people including my friends. and she is alot of peoples rocks.

the thing i love about my mum is she cares more for everyone else than herself, and thats one thing that annoys me, because she deserves to be treated like a queen (any good mother does in my eyes) she deserves to have loads of presents, yet she says she doesnt need them because she has us. My mums been both a father and a mother to us, and i dont think ill ever appreciate her more than i do now. She has done the best for us, and has been there for me through thick and thin.

But then you get some parents who dont know the meaning of children, or family. Dont really care enough for you or dont know how to deal with you properly.

I love my family, i love everyone in it, and the irish family i have are the most important to me. Family means more than alot of things, than money, a house over our heads or anything and alot of parents dont understand that. Family means being together, and having a strong bond or relationships, and by the end of it family is the only thing you have left, so you need to worship it day in and day out just incase by any chance that you loose them all.

I worship my family everyday, i know i can definitely be a pain in the arse, alot more than people think. and i sometimes take for granted what i have or what we dont have, when really the most important thing is that we still have eachother.

I know alot of people who dont have parents, or only have one, or dont even have any, and they are the strongest people i have ever met, yeah at times it feels as though you have to grow up fast, and the arguments last too long and can get dirty, and it gets to a point where you just want to scream at both of them or even at yourself. It makes you feel like yourself or you and your other siblings have done wrong to be treated in such a way, and it isnt fair, but my grandma always had a saying itll get worse before it gets better, and it will get better. You have to be open minded to believe that things will get better, and it does take a while to feel like things are going to be okay, but by the end of it you always have some family left.

I know most of this may not make sense, but ive been thinking about both depression and my family alot recently, and ive needed to let it all out.



Things will get better, it always does..

Stay rad, MK xx

who are you and where have you put megan?! | LONG AWAITED BLOG apologies guys \m/

hey hey heyyyyyyyy (insert sexy face here)

please dont be mad with me guys, i havent been writing blog because ive been TRYING TO FINISH HARRY POTTER BOOKS.... i cant even begin to say how much i enjoy them more than the films, i epically though.... (meaning i really really really) am angry at how much theyve missed out! i mean the films are insane, and i know for a fact from reading so many books that have been made into films, i can relate to why they dont put the whole story in, i mean a book can be as many pages as the writer wants it to be, but then theres putting it in a film, and films are only really allowed up to 2 hours or 3 long... (unless its casino, then its about a day and a half worth of film (although i enjoyed casino thoroughly))

ANYHOO... so im on half blood prince at the moment and i have 10 chapters left of it, (doesnt sound alot but trust me theres so many pages) im enjoying it but im most looking forward to deathly hallows as thats when everything gets explained!! ALSO im going to harry potter world (warner brothers studios) tomorrow with my family and my not born yet pain in the arse nephew! ive been before and i absolutely love it there... im going to be doing a vlog, which ive already done one for my operation my youtube it >>> youtube account ive got an operation vlog (with no speaking) and a media trailer for my exam piece (absolutely terrified for my results (14th of august)) ill also do a blog just to explain how the day went and stuff and my experiences.

Now i know i havent been doing daily blogs, but thats because i havent thought of anything to write about for the past like..... month or so but now i kind of want to just chat about random shit... is that weird? lol

i have this theory about ghost tv programs, and horror/ghost movies that are made from real life stories which ill be writing about in a next blog and hopefully do some EPQ (a grade in college) work to do with it which i will post.

I havent really much else to say apart from stay rad guys i havent died

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MK!