The Rondo of Madness [2019] | 2p!Hetalia Philippines FANFICTION

Chapter 11: 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊

I hear screaming.

I hear pleading.

I hear...

crying.

     "Where am I?" Clara asked as she sat up. She slowly opens her scarlet eyes and saw herself in front of a somewhat a mirror. There was this girl in her front sobbing. 'My reflection?' She said. She was so curious about whats going on. "Where am I anyway?" She looks around and realized that shes inside of that dark place. She looks back at her reflection. It was really her. But, it's different. Her reflection was crying. "Why are you crying?" She asked and put her hand to the glass made wall.

'Maybe, I was really crying. But I wasn't.'

     Slowly her reflection slowly disappears and soon changed into a girl. A brown hair girl with a coffee tinted orbs.

'Mutiara?'

     The reached her hand to hers. "You can still change, I know that..." she whispered and a tear just fall from her cheeks. 'She's crying.'

     I was about to ask. 'Why would I?' but then suddenly my surround starts to swing and changes. I was almost puke about it but no. Once again I was in a different area. 'Now, where am I?' Clara asked herself and realized that she was facing a window. It was raining. She raised her hand and touched the cold glass. 'What is this feeling? Why do I feel so down?' she said. Suddenly someone slams the door. Clara turned around and saw a man, he was panting and also exhausted. Her eyes widen as she saw herself sitting at a chair doing paper works. 'Was that...me?' Clara walk towards her and slowly but her hand reached through. 'Wh-What?' Clara stepped back. After that, the following men entered the room carrying a metal pipe. The man was started to cry and begs for his life. Her other self just gave him a smile.

"What are they going to do?"

     Clara asked. The question over questions were spinning in her mind. 'Why?' she asked. 'Why do I feel bad?' her hands tightened. She looks back at the scenario.

"Take off his head."

     Her other self said. The soldiers nodded and started to laugh then they dragged the poor man out. "W-what? No! This is, This is unhuman!?" The poor man shouted but also his voice was mixed with fears. After that, they left the room as nothing happened. Sudden silence just covered the room. 'What?' that's the question that came out of Clara's mouth. She walks towards my other self and looks down on her. Clara wanted to cut her throat but then her other self whispered. "That poor man is a rapist huh?... Well then, He doesn't deserve to live in this pitiful country..." She whispered and look straight outside.

     Clara was completely shocked, she even freezes out. 'I did that?' she asked.

     Once again the surroundings changed. She was back again in that dark place at the front of the mirror glass. She remembered 'Mutiara'. "Did she did that?" Clara mumbled.

'It's pointless...'

     She looked at her reflection and saw Mutiara crying. "Its..." Clara said. But she knows that there is something in her chest that cannot explain. 'Do I regret everything?' she asked herself.

'No.'

     Clara stands up and wields her blade.

"Mutiara isn't my reflection."

     'Im too far to be her 'reflection'.' She raised her blade but then. Mutiara spoke. "It's not too late for you to change..." she said.

"Everyone will forgive you.."

     She added. Blooded tears burst out. 'Everyone..will..?' She trembled and her hands started to shake. Something is preventing her from doing it. But who? Clara put down her blade and look down. "Why am I hesitating to break it..." She whispered.

     But then, Mutiara disappeared and her real reflection steps out from the dark. It was it again, the rotting reflection. Slowly, while staring at herself. A black mist started to cover her reflection. 'This is..!'

     Suddenly a black shadow just controlled her hand to break the mirror into pieces.

'I didn't do it...'

     Then she saw a vision of herself. Cutting everything, burning everything, and killing everyone. "I didn't do it...I didn't do it...!" She said and put her hands to her face. "I DIDNT DO IT!!!" She screamed and started to run away. While running, she saw a little girl looking at her with its blank eyes.

"You are...!"

     Clara woke up and saw herself inside her room. It was midnight. "I..Im back am I?.." She asked and wiped her sweat away.

. . .

     Hours later, Clara loses her self and started to throw everything. All of her paper works, portfolio, files, and other stuff were scattered everywhere. The flower vase which behaving itself was also used earlier as a throwing material. Everything is a mess. "Why am I regretting everything!!!" She screamed and punched the wall beside her. "Why am I regretting EVERYTHING!!!" she screamed and throw all of her accessories out of her table. She punched her mirror, and her fist bleeds out. So do her eyes. She was crying blood again.

"...𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑴𝒆?!"