Trauma: At the age of 3, Clara Winter woke up in a dream land. But, she knew this was a dream land. How? She just woke up and was 3 years old at the time.. Well, That night before, she had a dream to wake up, away from her abusive parents in a dream land. A land that she called "Wonderland". Yes, Wonderland. She was so happy when she woke up in this world because finally, she was away from those monsters called "parents". But, as soon as she looked around, she noticed a tall, looming figure staring at her behind a tree just barely in her vision. "Uhh... Hello, sir? Are you there?" Clara asked in a high pitch tone. "Oh, me? Yes. Yes I am here. I am here... for you. Clara.." The figure spoke in a deep, depressing tone. Something that reminded Clara of her.. "Brother?!" She squealed as he stood out from behind the tree, walking over to her. "B-but I thought you.." "Died? Yes, Clara. I did indeed die." He finished. "But, what are you doing here then? Isn't this a Wonderland?" She scaredly asked. "Oh, no Clara. This is not a Wonderland. No where near. Clara, you have died. "What?! No I haven't! I-I'm here and I-I-" "Yes, you are Clara. I am here and I am dead. So therefore, you, are, dead.."
"No! This can't be... I was just sleeping seconds ago. H-how am I dead?!" She was starting to tear up, wishing she never came here. "I'll give you a choice Clara. Stay here with me and admit your death or, go back to the human realm where you will stay a floating head. You will wake up in your room, our parents will think of you as a disgusting creature. So, Clara. What'll it be?" He asked.. "I-I.. I choose life.."
