Ballet Shoes, Angel's Hair and Revolution (A Les Misérables fanfiction)

Chapter 49

HAPPY ALMOST NEW YEARMY LOVES!
I know you have missed me but I've been super busy with life, but as I promised I haven't abandoned you. For new year new chapter, I hope for votes and comments and I love you all!
This chapter inspired by moulin rouge and how much I love it and by my love for dramatic turns of events...
Sing Auld Lang syne for me,
Cheers,
Wiki
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Chapter 49

I was laying on the ground shaking, the marble floor at the palace was incredibly cold. Almost as cold... as the skin of a dead man. The images in my head were flashing with the speed of light. I heard gunshots, the clashes of swords, explosions and helpless cries. I was shaking, my heart hurt so much.

All of my worst nightmares came true. The revolution has fallen, and I... I was a prisoner in Versailles.

I could not even think about it, let alone to talk about it. All I could do was cry, and wish to die. I failed, I failed completely, and now, there was nothing I could do to change the history.

I closed my eyes, crushing my eyelids to the point of hurting, praying away the reality and hoping that all of this has been a dream. It must have been a dream, there was no other way. All of this could not have possibly been true. I wouldn't allow it.

I could wake up from this nightmare, I could turn back the clocks, stop the time on the day of my twentieth birthday, I could prevent all of the horrible unfortunate events that followed, that were still happening, depriving me of will to life, suffocating me.

I opened my eyes once more. Nothing has changed, I was still on the marble floor in my chamber. The room that used to be so familiar and welcoming, now seemed cold and gloomy. I tried sitting up, I was broken but I needed to find strength. I found support on one of the columns of my bed. I looked out the window. The world outside did not seem to recognize it was the tenth of June. It resembled more an October. The sky was grey and heavy with steel coloured clouds. The wind was swooshing the shutters, and the pouring rain was drumming against windows and muffling my cries. The world was in mourning with me.

I was disoriented and tired, I haven't had a good night's sleep since the night before the barricades arose. My friends were dead, or in prison, some of them lost forever, some of them gone in the fight, never to be found. And I... I was alone.

My lips shivered, as I forced myself to catch a deeper breath, in between my cries. I wish I was dead, death would be easier, kinder, sweeter...

The door slammed open, and bright light from the corridor flew in. in stormed my step-mother the queen, followed by my father.

"You, treacherous little bitch!" she screamed, not planning to play courteous at all. I glitch, hiding my face in my arms, "how dare you plot against your family?! How dare you revolt against the crown?!"

"Darling, calm down, she did not do anything wrong," Spoke my father, as I refused to speak.

I haven't said a word since the guards have brought me to the castle that night, whether I wanted or not, not a single word could come out of my mouth.

"She did not do anything wrong?" my mother laughed cynically and looked at me with the dirtiest glance one could imagine. She seemed to be able to spit down at me if she could, but she rather cred to keep her gracious queen's demeanour. It was rather futile, since she was cursing at me with passion, nevertheless she had her ridiculous rules. For now. She was walking slowly up to me, "This little bastard, that devil's spawn, has long planned to ruin our lives," she muttered coming up to me, and violently grabbing my chin to make me look at her, "speak, you wretch, confess!"

I kept silent, I looked at her with stubborn emptiness, I would not disgrace the revolution and the memory of my friends by telling her some stupid excuses about how I was or was not involved. I was determined to remain silent.