Silent Pantomime

Chapter 51 | Bloody hearts

Chapter 51🌌:

"I wonder if the white roses were actually painted red. What if they used the blood from those beheaded? Maybe that's why the Queen's garden was so beautiful, it was drenched in the lives from other's hearts."

I didn't know what I was saying.

"Alice always said she gave good advice to herself, but she always said she didn't want to go home as she was a different person to than she was yesterday. Does that mean her advice was no longer good, did she no longer trust her own heart?"

Words were spilling from my lips, but I couldn't hear them in my own mind.

"I suppose she was just one of those troubled people, that wherever she went she always ended up in the same damned place. She wanted to love her curiosity in both worlds, and got punished for it. It was like she had strawberry soda inside of her instead of blood, so everyone wanted to take her heart."

I wondered if the stars were listening.

"Roses are like hearts anyway, they are both full of petals and thorns. You pull a petal off, you get pricked. You get pricked by a thorn, you bleed onto a petal. You can pick them both apart, but a stem will always be left, unless someone snaps that core into two. The blood on the petals are the tears of the heart."

"—heart's not beating. If it is, it's weak. She keeps mumbling though, something about bloody hearts."

A different voice cut in that was much louder than mine, stopping the emptiness in my head and replacing it with an excruciating pain. I couldn't move, but stars were filling my eyes, mixing the agony with dizziness. A groan stumbled off of my lips, echoing in my mind.

"That's it Hazel, just keep talking, tell me a story."

A story. The pain in my head didn't cease, but I knew the pain had experienced stories.

"There was a girl in a ballgown," a mumble that resembled my voice sounded, "Everyone thought she was beautiful. She knew she was beautiful."

The slight talking was letting the pain wash out of my head and pour all over my body, "But beauty was nothing when it came to love, because no one was worth anything without love. But she was never loved, as everything that loved her, left her. It is so easy to put scars over something so beautiful, and that is exactly what happened."

"Can you tell me exactly what happened after that?" The other voice muttered to me.

"I'm sorry, don't leave me. I think that's what she said. Everyone left her, she didn't know why, but she thought she wasn't as beautiful anymore."

"So what did she do?"

"What any sane person would do, she pretended to be beautiful. She wore more ballgowns and held more diamonds, but it only made her remember what she didn't have. Love. She closed off her heart, and tried to take over people's minds. She did this by offing their heads."

"Then what?"

"It only hurt more. But she carried on. She changed her name to the Queen of Hearts, as she wanted power in something that she didn't think she possessed. She ruled through fear, people being terrified of her iron fist. Her beauty didn't exist anymore, because she didn't believe in anything except blood lust."

"And why was that?"

"Because the only way to be saved was by being loved, and as she didn't believe in it, it never happened."

"Then did Alice come?"

"No. This is my story, not Alice's. The Queen thought she was born backwards, so she stained her roses instead of loving their snowy petals. She was lonely, but at least people feared her. Fear is better than nothing if all your love is gone."

"Is that the end of the story?"

"I don't know."

"But you said you made it up, does it not have an ending?"

"No. I said it was my story, I didn't make it up. Everything is true. Sometimes I feel like I was born backwards..."

"—heart beat's stopped again."

A/N
I am so sorry this is the world's shortest chapter, but school has restarted so everything has been quite hectic and I just really wanted to get something up.

Next chapter will be much better, I promise! 🌹