The Nameless Queen

If You Throw Something Enough, It Break

New chapter (yay). So I'm really proud of this chapter especially the first part. ( I love it) * squeals excitedly *.

I just love.  Tell me what you think.  It took my whole lunch break just to write the first part.  And I was really inspired so that's why it's so good. (even Grammarly couldn't find anything wrong with it. (performance over 99.9%).  Ok, I need to stop bragging. Just enjoy your reading my loves, and have a fabulous day.

Ximena out.

The disorientated song rippled around the conducting hall. The tune of the violins swung and bow to the commandment of the music. The crescendoing ricochet of sound consumed the audience, pulling in their souls and engulfing their hearts with the pure undivided emotion that had thrust itself into the rich, robust sound. The power the emanated, echoed that of enraged calm.

The addictive pull answered to my being, mooring its existence into the very heart of my mind's eye. Absorbing the crowd's capability to connect to anything additional to the quavering synonym.

And as the performance came to its conclusion, this spectacular display of musicality erupted into a storm of strings, that exploited innocent heart, daring it to dream of a better world. Daring it to dream at all. Daring anyone. But the dreamers had died long ago, and only the unbreakable stood.

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The ride back to the castle rocked by bones, the power of that concert still reeling inside me. The background sound of carriage wheels grinding can to a stop, jerking me out of my staring state. The girls in front of me, push and scratched to be the first ones out, but I stayed behind not wanting to ruin the blanket of tranquility that had washed out me during the performance.

The darkened skies wind hit me with the forces driven by hatred, even the sky hated me. But its face changed and crumpled into a look of pity, pity towards what it had done. The world might enjoy pushing people down and watching them stumble, and fall. It might enjoy watching them shatter, flake, and crumple until all that is fell is an echo of a beautiful being let to rot. But, I had news for it, I had hit the bottom. And while I might never be able to climb out, at least you can't destroy something that is already broken.

My eyes flickered up to the sky. I looked up at it's pitting face and the rage of live's flared in my eyes until my eyes reflected the pain that the world had masterfully poured onto my life.

"Like what you see, sky?," I yelled. "Do you like what you've done? Do you like that you have imploded my life? Do you enjoy watching me suffocate with feelings that were forced to hide as a means of survival?". My anger and rage and pain stabbed daggers into my chest until physical pain ate away at my heart. "Look at what you have done, look at the abomination that you have created. Look at me," my voice screamed with protest as did my body. "Look at me, this is what happens when you rip out someone soul, this is what happens when you eat someone alive. Are you happy now? Your experiment has worked, you've broken me. What else do you want?'' The world itself seemed to shrink at the rage of what it had made.

My tears were bleeding out inside my body. Inside. "This is what you have made! Are you happy now? Do you like this suit of villainy that you have forced onto me?" The internal tears cried until even my eyes threatened to break open. "You've ruined me! You've shunned me! You've ripped me until there is nothing human left inside. Well, I've got news for you bud, you don't get to create a monster and then reject it for simply being a monster! That's not how it works!"

My rage turned to sorrow and my anger turned to blood. "That's not who it works." It was nothing more than a whisper under my breath, but I knew that the world heard. "That's not who it works."