Kitten Smitten -Killian Jones- (hiatus, will be back soon)

03. Word Knives.

03. Word Knives.

Song above: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

The first thing I heard was muffled voices, all of them shouting. I could barely make out what they were saying.

"Honestly, you kind of deserved it!"

"How dare you! I deserved none of that- she's just insane!"

"Oh please, like you're any better! Besides, aren't we all? No, the big problem here is that your an arrogant son of a-"

"Don't you DARE-"

"I'll say whatever I want!"

The two went on like this for awhile, the Hatter surprisingly siding with me, considering he was the one who knocked me out. While they bickered I stumbled over to the mirror in the corner of the room I was placed in, patting my bruise from the pan. Upon closer inspection, I found that my forehead was bleeding. They must not have noticed.

I peered into the closet, hoping to find something to wrap it with. I settled upon ripping off a piece of cloth from an old white dress, surely something of no importance to the Hatter since it was abandoned on the floor of the closet. Wincing as I wrapped it around my forehead, I thought back to what happened.

Chesh flipped out on me, I got angry... And I got my revenge. Oops. I must have gotten really angry and gone a bit more insane than usual. That tends to happen when someone really makes me cross, which he did. He's lucky I didn't kill him. I'm still sore from his words and I really don't trust him anymore-I don't want to see his stupid face.

Once I was finished wrapping my forehead, the fighting seemed to have quieted down. Stepping out into the living room of the Mad Hatters shack, Chesh and the Hatter both turned to stare at me. I quickly dodged their gazes, not wanting to make eye contact with either one. We stood in silence for two minutes before I became irritable with the silence.

"So..."

No reply.

"That was..."

"The stupidest thing you have ever done!? Your apology is overdue, I believe." Cheshire finished off, sending me this look that made me feel like I was nothing.

I could only stand there stunned at the idiot that I used to call my brother. I looked at the Hatter, my mouth agape, looking for some kind of back up. He only glanced at me and got out of his chair, walking out of the room and purposefully bumping into my shoulder. Guess I am completely alone on this now.

"You know what, Cat? You can go choke on a fish. I hope that a crocodile swallows you whole, because your an ass."

Not daring to see his reaction, I swerved into the kitchen, facing the Mad Hatter. "And as for you," I said, grabbing the teacup he was holding and dumping its contents on his head,"I hope that all of your precious little hats burn in a fire. Tell everyone in hell that I said hi."

The hatter stood there, completely dumbfounded and yelling in pain from the scolding hot tea I dumped on him. With that, I stomped out of the house, not feeling bad for throwing a fit with them at all.

Might I have slightly overreacted? Maybe. Did I feel bad about it? No. Will this just blow over and everything will go back to the way it was? Never.

Do I have any clue as to what I will do now? Most definitely not.

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Edited a little 12/22/15

A/N:

Hey everyone! It is me, the author, Shayna! How arteth thou? Heh, who am I kidding, I cant speak Shakespeare.

I am sorry that it's so short, I just really felt like updating. thanks for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed is, please leave a comment with some feedback! Thanks again!

-Tea at 221B