Little Queens: Six the Musical

Chapter 10

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of Self-Harm Cuts/Scars, Minor Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts

(A/N: I had a fun time with Google Translate in this chapter...I'm pretty sure this isn't historically accurate or language accurate/correct but too late now.)

Cathy had a feeling it was going to be a long day from the moment she woke up. She hadn't even remembered falling asleep. Better yet, when had she gotten into the bed? Sleepily, she looked over to her right. Anne wasn't in bed. It did look like she had been there, though.

A headache was beginning to make itself known as she walked down the stairs to the kitchen. It snaked from her eyebrows to behind her ears and down to the base of her skull. Fucking wonderful.

She didn't know what time it was. She had no clue if she would be the only one awake or if the other queens would be up. However, there was a light on. A soft patter of multiple feet could be heard downstairs.

It was a rare occasion for the first, second, and third queens to all be awake and downstairs at the same time without the others. Catherine and Jane would usually sit and eat breakfast together. It wasn't uncommon for them to speak in some Spanish when it was just the two of them. Catherine was undoubtedly better at it than Jane. Jane was able to hold a conversation for the most part. Back when Jane was her lady in waiting, Catherine had taught her some Spanish and apparently it had stuck with her into her second life.

And then there was Anne. Anne learned some Spanish from Catherine back in the day. Jane also knew some French from Anne. They were also able to hold small conversations. They usually consisted of an "are you okay" or a "what are we having for dinner."

So breakfasts with just the three of them was an interesting event. Catherine would usually speak in Spanish, Anne in French, and Jane in English. Half of the time the first three queens were too tired to actually realize they were doing it and most of the time it came naturally. The blonde queen would always act as a translator between the two.

Cathy paused on the bottom step to hear the conversation in the kitchen.

Catherine looked at Anne's obviously tired expression from where they sat. "Es temprano, Anne. ¿Por qué estás levantado? Te ves cansado." (It's early, Anne. Why are you up? You look tired.)

The noise in the kitchen briefly stopped. That was definitely Catherine, Cathy could tell that much. The Spanish was a dead give away, although she could only understand a few words. She also said Anne's name. That would explain why Anne wasn't in bed when she had woken up.

Anne's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jane smiles knowing, picking up on many of the words. It was basically a game for them. How long could they hold a conversation in two to three other languages?

"Cela fait un moment que je n'ai pas entendu ça." (It's been a while since I've heard that.) Anne said with a laugh.

Catherine looked at Jane for an explanation. "She said it's been a while...I believe?" Anne nodded.

And Jane was down there too. Cathy sighed. There was no way she could get out of this. She desperately needed pain pills for her growing headache. She wouldn't mind coffee either. But if she went in there, she knew what would immediately happen.

Oh, Cathy, you're awake! Did you sleep? You look so tired. Are you hungry? When was the last time you ate? Or slept?

And then the inevitable.

Cathy! Your wrist! You took the bandage off. Wow... that's a nasty cut. Why would you do that? Your skin was so pretty. Now it's all red and ugly. Why don't you just put the bandage back on?