The Dark Queen

"It started as a whisper. Thoughts she had about herself, words others spoke to her, told her, talked about her, the words that the Dark King accused her of, all building on top of one another, reaching a crescendo akin to a tsunami.

The red still gushed from their wounds. She whimpered as it seeped into her transparent prison. She smacked the glass, kicked it, screamed until her throat was raw. The thick liquid lifted her off her feet as it rose, pushing her closer to the glass ceiling that loomed above her. The box was the metaphorical shackles that kept her in place as the metaphorical blade severed her head from her neck.

The voices only grew louder, amplified by the life-giving fluid she was now dying in. How ironic.

Suddenly, the glass disappeared. She spun around in the blood, trying to find the surface, to find a way out. There was no way out. All she could see was red. Red red red red red. Everything was red. An endless ocean of red.

She couldn't escape."

!! WARNING !!

Mentions of suicide, possession, cutting, lots and lots of blood (like a lot), manipulation, graphic descriptions of murder and death, and suffocation

This is incredibly dark, so read at your own risk. I'm so sorry about this, but I'm also kinda not, so...

I intended this to be a non romantic fic, but if you squint, you can see the possibility of romance, but it's really subtle and there's so much else going on that it's hard to see.

This does deal with delicate and possibly triggering things, so please don't read this if it will trigger you, go read a fluffy, sappy story so that you can feel better. Actually, everyone should do that after they read this fic. I'm sorry.

-- As always, everything that is mine, is mine and everything that is not mine, isn't--

I hope y'all don't read this in the dark or something, that would really suck