A Queens Sorrow

Chapter 11: The Absconded

I lay in a bed. My arms tightened by rope, harsher than any vice grip...

But I stayed calm, my thoughts burgeoning at a smooth pace, the tranquil sounds of light jazz filtered through the crisp warm room, and the sound of crackling wood on a fire eased my tension. My eyes still covered by a tied cloth, I called out "hello?!"

A wooden chair screeched upon moving against the now scathed wooded paneling. "You're welcome" when she spoke with such an empty melody that even a snake crawling up my back wouldn't have given me as many goosebumps as she had provided me with only two words.

"Hello, old friend" I murmured, the mouth covering only allowing for a few decibels here and there. "I'm not your friend". She retorted, her voice still melodic but breaching an inch of sternness now. "I will be taking you back to your parents for your trial, then I'll make my move", They will pay for letting me fall to my death!" Her voice now booming with anger.

"No!". I screamed. "Yes!" She rebutted" the menacing fluctuation in her voice reverberated through every inch of my body. "I loved you!" I screamed, hoping she'd listen to reason. "You let me fall!" She shouted, the rain starting to take hold of the mountain once more. I didn't know what to say, I hadn't intentionally let her fall but I could tell that she was beyond reason. Her mind was set and I wasn't ready to accept my fate just yet. She stood to her feet, walking over to me, she lifted the blindfold but not the gag. I gasped, the beautiful girl I once knew...was now a deformed, hideous abomination, her face contorted with twisted bulbs of now blistering pus oozing malformations, her once blond fluorescent hair, now nothing but a few small wisps of grey protruding outward of her bumpy almost vomit-inducing head. "THIS!" "THIS IS WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!" Her once steady walk and smooth skin now flaky and unsteady, limping over back to her chair, the hunchback fixing me to look away, her ragged potato sack clothing, made her look even poorer than she was, the cane in her right hand, clanked underneath her long untrimmed toenails.

That night I cried, and she slept amongst the fire. Ignoring my sobs and laughing with malice in her sleep, the bed and ropes being the only comfort I'd had in months, the sadness...the grief of what I had done to my only friend... my best friend... haunted me throughout the night, and I let it... I deserved it...telling myself "tomorrow will be better" before drifting off into one more tear-induced dream.