Alice in Wonderland?

Wonderland, or Helland?

I opened my eyes and darted them around. I sat up and looked around again. I tilted my head, I was in a small room. I stood up and stared at all the doors. Cracked, broken, rotting, and begging to be burned. I walked up to a big black door that seemed to have been oak at one point, now just rotting. I looked at the knob, it was rotting, no way it would open. I walked to the next door, a mahogany door with dents and cracks. The knob seemed fine, I placed my hand on the knob and watched as it clattered to the ground. I walked around the room, trying every door, only for the knobs to fall off or the door to be locked. I blinked as I slowly looked at a black, shredded, and moth eaten certain. I strutted over to it, I grabbed it, my long fingernails tearing into the delicate cloth. I ripped it back, my dress flowing with the movement of the black certain. I looked at the blank wall, then darted my eyes to the ground. A small broken door with a rusted lock.
I turned around to look at the small table that sat in the center of the small circle room. I strutted over to the table, looked up and tilted my head. The rabbit hole mocked me from miles down. I looked back down at the table, a small glass bottle laid there, filled with a deep red liquid, too thick to be wine of any sort. I picked it up and held it close to my sunken eyes. Drink me. I blinked and opened the bottle, the smell of blood filled the tight room.
I slowly took a small sip, it was real blood. I gently set the glass down and rubbed my tongue over my teeth, licking the blood off of them. I felt a strange pain fill my body, almost making me hold my stomach. It almost felt like the insides of me were being twisted. I looked around as everything seemed to grow, as I shrunk. I looked at my now mice small hands and clenched them. I went back to the small door, my small feet making a tiny clacking sound against the broken tile. I looked up at the now big door, I looked back at the lock and peered through it.
An inky black color met my eyes as I looked though. A small sound reached my ears, making me turn around. Something was by the table. I walked over to it and looked down. A cake. A black cake that looks like it has been waiting to be eaten for ages. The small box was dented, bent, the 'Eat me' was scratched and faded. I opened it up and picked a small piece of the cake, it smelt like death. I looked up to look at the rabbit hole, only for a smile to grasp my lips as I saw a key.
I ate the cake, not minding it's moldy, deathly taste that wanted me to cut out my tongue. Once the distasteful food ran down my throat and rested in my stomach, the room seemed to grow smaller. I looked around as I grew. Growing food and shrinking liquid...interesting. I plucked the rusted key of the tables dusty grasp. I picked up the cake and drink and placed them in my pocket as I walked over to the now tiny door. I placed the key in its rightful place and unlocked the door. It creaked open, filling the room with it's cries of agony. Once it opened all the way, I pulled out the blood and took a small sip, taking away the moldy taste, masking it with a silver taste. I stood blankly as the door, once again, towered over me.
I stood at the opening of the blackness of the opened door. Without even thinking about what could be on the other side, I walked through. The blackness covered me like a blanket, wrapping me up like a mother swaddles a baby. I closed my eyes as the darkness seemed to control my body, my mind, taking me over. I stopped walking and opened my eyes. The slight brightness of the new world made me squint my eyes ever so slightly. I looked around, the stairs I am supposed to walk down are missing some steps, old and rotting, a rat ran across one of the stairs. But something was off about it...it was mechanical. A stump was left of a tree as I started walking down. A noise escaped my throat as one of the steps fell from underneath me, making me fall down with it.