Cursed Hearts

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Brielle

I stare out of my bedroom window, looking at my future kingdom as it falls apart. Wonderland used to be a place of delicate beauty and mysterious charm, yet the kingdom is now full of madness, intense anger, and foolishness.

   A few years ago, the Wonderland Mushrooms became popular, starting a huge epidemic in the kingdom. They are dried mushrooms that are powdered and usually smoked. The drug causes hallucinations, as well as negative effects on people's actions and thoughts.

   My mother, the queen of Wonderland, followed alongside her citizens and developed an addiction.

   It has been a struggle seeing my mother go through her crazy stages, but nothing I can't handle. I'm going to be Wonderland's next queen after all.

   "Hey! Mom! Stop!" I yell as she inhales Wonderland Mushrooms, then blows smoke.

   She gives me a stupid smile and laughs at me like I'm the crazy one.

   I grab the joint right out of her hand and throw it away. "I'm sick and tired of you ruining your life!" I yell again. "You're supposed to be a queen, not a drug addict."

   "Why can't I be both?" she smirks.

   I smack my hand up against my head and sigh. I've tried many times to get her to stop but there's never anything I can do.

   I storm out of the room and see my brother, Callan, smoking a joint as well. I don't bother to do anything about it, I'm done caring.

   I walk outside of the castle to get some fresh air. I need to cool off from the madness that has been going on inside.

   I stroll past the beautiful big mushrooms that cover Wonderland. Having them engulfed throughout our forest is such irony.

   I hear voices coming from behind one of the giant mushrooms. "Damn, this Wonderland stuff is really hitting hard," one voice says.

   Laughter follows and I know exactly what these people are up to. I roll my eyes at the stupidity our citizens have taken part in.

   I continue to walk around the Wonderland forest and stop when I see another group of people enjoying their evening smoke session.

   One of the men in the group inhales and spots me. He motions for me to come over and I do.

   "You guys having fun?" I question.

   "Yeah, a little too much," the man says and blows smoke in my face.

   I can't help but laugh at this because the other two men in the group are dancing around and eventually fall over. They're acting so ridiculous, I keep wondering why anyone would willingly want to inhale the mushrooms.

   The first man offers me a joint and I decline. I can tell the three are not from Wonderland and I wonder why anyone would come here now that it's a place of destruction and madness.

   "So what brings you guys to Wonderland?" I ask then pause.

   Obviously, it's the mushrooms.

   "We're musketeers!" one of the fallen-over men says, slurring his words.

   "I'm Eddie, and my two idiot friends are Teddie and Freddie," the first man explains.