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WARNING: Rape, homosexual sex, violence, and teen suicide

PAGE ONE
PANEL ONE
The bedroom is a mess, piles of clothes, a backpack, a guitar, and some garbage cover the floor. The bed is unmade and on it, CHRISTIAN (image) and CHASE (19, bald, punk, tan) ignore the mess, making out.
PANEL TWO
They kiss as if they had not seen each other in years.
PANEL THREE
Chase strokes Christian's cheek lovingly, not taking his mouth from his.
PAGE TWO
PANEL ONE
Chase's hand works on Christian's zipper, trying to undo it blindly.
PANEL TWO
Christian lowers his hand onto his lovers, gently.
PANEL THREE
He pulls away from Chase, wiping his mouth with his other hand.
CHRISTIAN: You know I can't.
PANEL FOUR
Chase ignores him, working on the complex buckling system of his own tight jeans.
CHASE: Your mother isn't here. She doesn't own you.
PANEL FIVE
Embarrassed, Christian averts his eyes from Chase.
CHRISTIAN: I know, but still.
PAGE THREE
PANEL ONE
Chase reaches out to Christian, gently guiding his face towards him.
CHASE: Don't you love me?
PANEL TWO
Christian looks sad but smiles meekly and doesn't pull away.
CHRISTIAN: Of course I do. Isn't it obvious?
PANEL THREE
Chase kisses him sweetly on his eyebrow, right over a piercing.
CHASE: More than obvious. But mine isn't. I want you to feel how much I love you.
PANEL FOUR
Christian's eyes open in surprise and he starts to pull away.
CHRISTIAN: I know you love me, that's enough.
PAGE FOUR
PANEL ONE
Christian's pants hit the floor in a pile, his underwear with it.
CHASE: But, it isn't.
PANEL TWO
Chase wraps his large hand over Christian's fist as he winced.
CHRISTIAN: No. Please...Don't do this!
PANEL THREE
Christian's eyes widen as he cries out.
CHRISTIAN: Ahh!
PANEL FOUR
His foot flexes involuntarily.
PANEL FIVE
Chase sticks out his tongue as he sweats, working hard.
PAGE FIVE
PANEL ONE
JANET (obviously Christian's mother, stern, 50s) stands outside of the house, searching through her purse for her keys.
JANET: Dammit, where are they?
PANEL TWO
She pulls the key out with long red fingernails.
JANET: Ah, there we go.
PANEL THREE
She puts the key in the lock.
PAGE SIX
PANEL ONE
His neck extended, Christian cries out again, Chase on top of him.
CHRISTIAN: AUGH! No!
PANEL TWO
The door open, Janet looks up the stairs towards Christian's room, her eyes filled with worry.
PANEL THREE
She races up the stairs, holding onto the railing.
PANEL FOUR
She throws the door to Christian's room open and stops, terrified of what she sees.
JANET: Christian?
PAGE SEVEN
PANEL ONE
Chase pulls himself off of Christian hurriedly, pulling his pants up. Christian looks at her, eyes almost glazed over.
CHASE: s**t.
PANEL TWO
A tear rolls down Christians face to his pillow.
PANEL THREE
Chase scoots past Janet, holding his pants up. She moves away from him as if his touch is poison.
PANEL FOUR
Christian sits up and turns, his thin legs off the side of the bed. His shirt is long enough to cover his genitalia.
PAGE EIGHT
PANEL ONE
Janet steps into the room, angry and disgusted, her finger out accusingly. Christian sits and takes it, crying silently.
JANET: I can't believe this!
CHRISTIAN: Mom, it's not what it looks like, please.
JANET: Don't you dare! Don't think I'll believe that! I saw you!
PAGE NINE
PANEL ONE
Janet slaps her son across the face.
JANET: You disgust me!
PANEL TWO
She turns from him, shaking, her arms around herself.
JANET: I can't believe I ever called you my son!
PANEL THREE
Christian reaches out to her as if he can explain, but she doesn't look back.
PANEL FOUR
She slams the door as he looks away, wiping away the tears.
PANEL FIVE
From the distance of the woods, he looks like a sad silhouette bathed in florescent light.
PAGE TEN
PANEL ONE
A beautifully wrapped yet small gift sits on Christian's desk. He looks over at it angrily.
CHRISTIAN: ******** you.
PANEL TWO
He digs through a drawer, still crying.
PANEL THREE
He pulls a pocket knife out from the drawer.
CHRISTIAN: And ******** me, too.
PANEL FOUR
He opens the knife, looking at his own reflection in it.
CHRISTIAN: What's the point of any of it?
PANEL FIVE
He holds the knife to his wrist.
PANEL SIX
He slices through his arm vertically, ripping open the vein. Blood gushes from the wound.
CHRISTIAN: Ehn...
PAGE 11
PANEL 1
He lets himself bleed out over the bed, as he sits and waits, looking out the window.
PANEL 2
He brings the knife to his other wrist, holding it awkwardly due to the blood.
PANEL 3
His eyebrows knit together as he sees something outside.
PANEL 4
WHITE RABBIT (http://bowie-lover.deviantart.com/art/White-Rabbit-redesign-151794011) runs towards the house from the woods, looking over his shoulder frantically.
PAGE 12
PANEL 1
White Rabbit keeps looking back, panicked as if something were following him.
White Rabbit: Oh s**t!
PANEL 2
As he runs his legs grow thinner and closer together, sprouting white hair.
PANEL 3
They get closer together still and even hairier as he starts to run on all fours.
PANEL 4
As a rabbit, he keeps running, looking up at the house as he approaches it.
PANEL 5
He hops up the three steps to the front door, which in Janet’s panic was left a crack open.
PANEL 6
He looks back at the woods, ears perked for any sound.
PAGE 13
PANEL 1
Blood drips from Christian’s wrist onto the floor as he shakily heads towards the door.
PANEL 2
He stops for a moment, grabbing his head weakly.
PANEL 3
The room blurs as he starts to lose consciousness.
PANEL 4
He falls to the floor, his body against the door.
PAGE 14
PANEL 1
Still a fuzzy rabbit, White Rabbit hops up the stairs, a little bit too large for his form.
PANEL 2
Back in human form, he reaches the top and looks towards Christian’s door.
PANEL 3
He looks at his watch.
White Rabbit: Damn!
PANEL 4
He pushes on the door, but it doesn’t budge.
White Rabbit: She’s really going to have my head for this!
PANEL 5
He leans against the door, facing away from it, looking worried.
PAGE 14
PANEL 1
He puts his head back against the door, closing his eyes.
PANEL 2
Battling for consciousness, Christian curls into a ball, sobbing pathetically.
PANEL 3
The movement allows the door to move, and the White Rabbit falls backwards, surprised.
PANEL 4
He rubs his bum on the floor, his legs over Christian’s limp body.
White Rabbit: Ow…
PANEL 5
He gets u, shocked, onto his knees, noticing Christian. He puts one hand on his throat for his pulse.
White Rabbit: Oh God!
PAGE 15
PANEL 1
Christian looks up at the intruder, wide eyed.
PANEL 2
White Rabbit rips Christian’s bloody sleeve from his over shirt.
White Rabbit: Oh God! I’m late, I shouldn’t even be doing this!
PANEL 3
He holds Christian up against him, holding his bloody arm out with one hand. The other wraps the sleeve around the cut, the other part in his mouth, biting it to keep it taut. Christian’s eyes roll.
PAGE 16
PANEL 1
He lifts Christian up, slowly, as the boy is heavy in his arms.
PANEL 2
He sets him in the blood stained bed as if he were a child.
PANEL 3
As he turns to leave, he sees the package on Christian’s desk.
White Rabbit: Aha!
PANEL 17
PANEL 1
He picks the small box up and looks at it in the light, smiling.
White Rabbit: Perfect!
PANEL 2
He hops up on the bed, straddling Christian but still standing.
White Rabbit: This might actually get me out of trouble!
PANEL 3
He pats Christian’s head, messing up his spiked hair.
White Rabbit: Thanks, kid.
PANEL 4
He opens the window.
PAGE 18
PANEL 1
He sticks one foot out the window.
PANEL 2
He looks back, over his shoulder.
White Rabbit: Huh?
PANEL 3
Christian holds onto his ankle, weakly. His eyes start to close.
Christian: Please…that was…my…mothers…
PANEL 4
White Rabbit laughs and pulls his foot away easily.
PAGE 19
PANEL 1
He jumps out the window, feet first.
PANEL 2
On the grass below, he lands in the form of a rabbit.
PAGE 20
PANEL 1
Christian watches from the window, leaning against the wall.
Christian: What...the…hell?
PANEL 2
He stumbles towards the open door, dragging the pool of blood into a trail.
PANEL 3
Passing his mother’s tidy bedroom, he rests by the stairs, leaning against the wall. Janet doesn’t notice him while she speaks on the phone.
Janet: I just can’t believe it. My own son!
PANEL 4
He listens more intently, putting his bloody palm against the wall.
Janet: And I had to find out today. What a happy Birthday this is going to be.
PAGE 21
PANEL 1
He leaves, the blood staining the walls. The stairs give him some trouble and he clings to the railing.
PANEL 2
He stumbles in the direction White Rabbit had gone in, towards the woods.
PANEL 3
White Rabbit sits on a nursing log, the wrapping present from the small box on the ground.
PANEL 4
His eyes grow wide as he opens the box
White Rabbit: Oh, wow!
PAGE 22
PANEL 1
He turns, hearing Christian approach.
White Rabbit: s**t!
PANEL 2
A rabbit runs off into the woods.
PANEL 3
Christian looks around, leaning against a tree.
Christian: Where’dja…go…you tricky…b*****d…?
PANEL 4
He sees the wrapping paper on the ground, next to the nursing log.
PAGE 23
PANEL 1
Human, White Rabbit throws some branches into a big pile, revealing a massive hole underneath.
PANEL 2
He stands, turned away from the hole, arms outstretched, eyes closed.
PANEL 3
As Christian approached, White Rabbit falls backwards into the pit.
Christian: NO!
PAGE 24
PANEL 1
Christian turns from the hole, giving up. He holds his head.
Christian: Ah… ******** it...
PANEL 2
His eyes roll as he finally loses consciousness.
PANEL 3
He drops, heading towards the pit in his decent to the ground.

I think it's where nurses keep track of what they've done in a hospital, like changing sheets, administering meds, whatnot. So they know what needs to be done and what has been done. Done electronically in good hospitals, now, so they can send it to different departments, have multiple copies, etc.

A nursing log is a fallen tree or log that has started to grow all sorts of baby ferns as it rots. They are necessary for woods.

I know AIW is overdone, thats why I gave up on this story a year ago. I want to wait a while, until everything quiets down a bit before I attempt to publish this.

Yeah, the mother isn't really realistic. All of my gay friends until recently were disowned by their families because of their sexual orientation, so that's where I was going with it.

@Kita: I'm not sure I understand why a nurse log would be specific to those areas, since it seems to just constitute a fallen log that sprouts stuff and can be used to grow other trees?

In most forests, logs don't hang out on the ground long enough, because most forests either a) include fire as part of their natural cycle or b) are badly managed. This is why the fires in Yellowstone were so much more devastating than they should have been: the forest burns naturally every now and then, but because the park was preventing forest fires outright, combustible debris built up all throughout the forest, instead of burning off at a regular interval.

Temperate rainforests, which are exclusive to the areas I described above, (other forests either aren't temperate, or aren't rainforests) are the only forests in the US that don't naturally burn on a regular basis. (I think that outside the US, forests that don't burn are... tropical rainforests, and... again, badly managed forests. But not super sure on that.) Therefore, while there might be some logs on the ground (although not as many) and some stuff growing on them, they won't be there long enough to grow entire other trees, as young trees are very vulnerable to being torched and fallen logs tend to be pretty dry.

I could go on about how humans moving their permanent buildings into forested areas (not to mention prairies) is a really bad idea, because they don't want their stuff to burn down, and that just leads to bad environment management and the whole thing going up like a tinderbox in a couple of years, but... yeah. That's not really the point.

And yes, I am a nature geek, especially in respect to the area I live in. Which happens to naturally be a temperate rainforest. Yeah, it's a city now, but that's what it would be, and was.

Yeah, I know I'm kinda going into a lot of detail on something that probably isn't a big thing in the story. Please excuse me. Just kinda... found out exactly how much Meyer got wrong about the environment in Twilight. It hurts, it really does.

...Okaaaaaay. rolleyes

So: comments on the actual story. stare boyrape mallet: is it necessary? Yes, it does make Christian's suicide attempt more understandable, but is his Wonderland going to be a reflection of his mind and therefore teach him to confront his issues (much like the original story reflects Alice's quirkiness and lets her decide that maybe it's better for things to make sense every once in awhile)?

Yes, bigotry!Mom is necessary for the story, but it should have been fairly obvious to her that he wasn't consenting there. So, basically, her reaction makes no sense whatsoever. If she suspected he was gay, but is in denial, she should totally mother him and embarrass him.

If she already "knows", then she would probably take it out on the boyfriend, since she hasn't confessed to "knowing" yet. Having Christian defend his boyfriend might be an interesting wrinkle, as THAT would be an reasonable excuse for her attitude, but currently it just gives me as a reader a wtf? moment.

Sorry that sorta got sidetracked. Anyways, actual story-related stuff!

Things seem a bit rushed here. In the space of... what? ten minutes? we see Christian a) get raped b) be set upon by Scary Prejudiced Female Parent c) attempt suicide and d) fall down a hole. Either this kid's life is like a constant action movie, or you just tried to show us his entire backstory without having the intro drag on. Either way... it doesn't really work for me. The emotional shifts end up too abrupt, and they're on waaaaay different ends of the spectrum. (high energy panic/low energy suicidal)

My suggestion would be to start in Wonderland, and then slowly reveal the backstory so you can have all of it, and show all of it, and not show stuff in between, and have it happen over a more natural timeline. Or start with him staggering out the front door.

And about that... you have him going from his bedroom down (up?) a flight of stairs, and out the door in one panel. Er. You could have him exit in one panel, or show a panel of blood smeared on the wall along the path (in fact, frames without him in them might be a good way to get across his state of mind) but all that action in one panel? Not so much, especially at the speed he's going.

Also: slitting your wrists is not clean, and it is not easy. Doing it with anything less fine than a very sharp razor is not going to result in a peaceful death. It's going to hurt like hell. No sighing, no calmly sitting on a bed, no slowly sinking into unconsciousness. Instead? Screaming, writhing in pain, and clenched teeth. And Janet? Yeah, it'd make enough commotion to alert her. The only suicide method I can think of at the moment that wouldn't? An OD of some sort of suppressant, like sleeping pills or heroin.

And finally, is there a reason that Christian didn't fight back during the whole rape thing?

Yes, I know, I'm being picky. It's what I do.

However, on the whole "ask a friend" thing? I wouldn't. Like, really wouldn't. I would see it as unethical. Granted, I probably have a much stricter view of artistic ethics than most, but... that would definitely cross the line in my book. Instead, try fiction. I suggest Friendly Hostility. It's not the main focus, but it's done well, and in webcomic form, to boot!