I'm alone and I'm scared.
White Lily was walking to her room, at last she could rest....
Or at least she wanted to.
After the hectic day she had, she finally had a moment to think about everything.
But...
The moment the adrenaline stopped flowing, the weight of her life bloomed.
And it wasn't a good feeling.
Her head, once a bearable ache, was now a sharp and more unpleasant pain.
Her arms and legs ached with every movement.
Her spine felt like it couldn't stand upright.
Her chest had trouble moving.
Breathing was difficult.
It hurt.
She dropped to the ground, slowly undoing the bandages on her hands, needing to see how bad the damage was.
Her hands, they were charred.
The black stretched from her fingertips to her wrist, cracks showed how broken she was, the inside, was red hot, popping out and staining her dress and the floor, the pieces that wouldn't come off easily swayed with every movement.
She quickly grabbed the green bandage and tied it back on, her pieces were not rearranging, just coming together, the mess of her hand was still there but hidden.
White Lily grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up.
Her feet, they weren't black like her hands, but they had blisters and cracked mass like the rest, every step hurt, every step she took, her foot trembled and slowly cracked, unable to support the weight of her body.
That explained why every step she took hurt.
She had cracks in her hands and legs, they were warnings that if she wasn't careful, she would break.
It hurt so much.
Part of her wanted to cry and scream, to stay on the floor and just have something to ease the pain.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't ask Pure Vanilla for help.
She couldn't show her damaged body to Pure Vanilla, if she did, he would ask.
And she didn't want to have to talk about this.
Besides... Healing magic couldn't help her anymore.
Her body had been dead for a long time.
...
...
Now that she thought about it... How long had she been dead?
She didn't remember...
Everything was black after she closed her eyes.
She looked at her hands again, closed her eyes for a moment to remember.
And she saw hell.
Her hands were on fire, her gloves were burning, the holes they made showed her hands.
Carbon black hands with crumbs falling out.
Fresh jam coming out spilling on the floor.
The symphony of droplets falling... From her crimson hands...
She felt the jam inside her boiling... Literally, it was like acid crumbling the inside of her body.
Every breath hurt.
Her lungs were filling with smoke and burning, her inner walls, struggling to try to breathe.
Until she felt it.
Her lung ruptured, the vicious, painful burning of the jam was spreading.
She coughed, letting her jam show, it hurt, it was as if her body was on fire from the inside out.
She was choking, she couldn't breathe.
She tried to crawl to get to the metal door of the oven.
And then she felt more pain.
She heard a noise behind her, dry and sickening, when she turned, she saw her legs separated from her body, the slimy jam held them together, it wasn't a clean or smooth cut, they were just broken.
It was broken... Disgusting.
She looked around her.
Many, many cookies just like her....
Burning, shattering into pieces.
Hell was real... And she saw it...
She felt so weak...
Until she saw the dark mass that covered her move.
The swaying pieces were being torn away, not quickly, but with a torturous slowness that caused more agony to her body.
She felt the cursed mass grabbing small pieces to continue with the big ones, the creaking of her body being torn apart.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Her life was fading away in pain, little by little, her body fell asleep from the extreme pain, her eyes were still shedding bitter tears.
And she saw the silhouette of that dough that was taking her life.
She felt weaker with each moment...
Until...
She closed her eyes...
....
And so she died...
Surrounded by her own pieces, her jam.
With other cookies suffering the same fate.
With a dough taking her life...
With the horrible sound of witches laughing.
And with the longing to see her friends again....
She opened her eyes again.
She saw her hands with their bandages.... They were not shaking... Maybe because she could no longer use them properly.
She wanted to cry... But she didn't know if she still had tears... Or if they were burned in the oven.
She wanted to scream... But she would possibly spit ashes out of her charred insides.
She wanted a hug... But it would break as soon as there was contact with someone else....
What a disgrace...
Her friends, her precious friends... They still had useful bodies...
They didn't know what it was like to be baked alive....
They didn't know that she was no longer the same.... She was no longer alive... She died a long time ago...
They didn't know that she foolishly called out to them, praying that her broken voice would somehow reach them.
They didn't know...
No one knew...
It hurt.
She wanted so much to tell them... But... Would they believe her?
Would they say anything?
According to her friends...
Dark Enchantress did horrible things, destroyed a lot, caused a lot of pain.
But...
What if she told them that she doesn't remember?
Because yes, they could both be made from the same crumbs...
But... They didn't know the whole truth... If they saw the whole picture, they'd realize that...
Dark Enchantress and her... They are not the same person, only a cruel and merciless fire united them by pain and jam....
Because she was dead, all this time, as long as they blamed her, she was dead.
She always was.
Maybe... It didn't matter...
Maybe they'd still end up blaming her...
...
She deserved it.
...
She's disgusting...
...
She's mean...
...
She's hurt...
...
She's broken...
...
She's lonely...
...
She wants to go back to her death...
Pure Vanilla... Elder Faerie...
They didn't know... They did not know...
They didn't know that reviving her would only bring misfortune to their existence, so much pain, so much anguish....
They don't know...
They don't know...
THEY NEVER KNOW ANYTHING.
She got up, as best she could, her legs creaking with every step...
Until she passed by a mirror.
She turned and looked at herself...
She....
Is this her face...
No... It's not...
Her face...
It's not her face, but it's the face she always had!
Why doesn't it feel like hers now?
A cursed mask of what it was.
She clutched her cheeks.
No...
It's not...
It's not her face...
It's not her face, it's not her face, it's not her face, it's not her face...
Where is her face?!
It's not there... It's not there...
She didn't realize that she ended up scratching her cheeks.
She was trying to tear off that mask... but she couldn't.
It's bleeding...
Is it... It's really her face...
Nothing feels real...
WHY?!
Every minute looking in the mirror, is a minute wondering where her real face is...!
An incessant torture, an unanswered question.... A silent scream
She... She's not the one in the reflection...
It's not her...
She took a deep breath and looked for a blanket or something.
She covered the mirror to avoid seeing it....
Seeing the falsehood on her face....
Slowly she sat down on the bed.
She took off her dress to put on her pajamas....
She saw her body.
Cracks.
On every side.
Cracks.
She... She's broken...
She's badly made...
Will she collapse?
Will she break?
It hurts...
It hurts so much...
Her body... It's disgusting...
She touched her thigh... And squeezed.
She squeezes hard, very hard.
And listen to it.
Crack!
Another crack... She feels neither pain nor pleasure... Only need...
She looks at her arm, grabs it...
And does the same.
Crack!
She needs to break.
Crack!
She needs to break.
Crack!
A few minutes later she saw what she did...
There are more cracks...
Many...
Possibly enough to break at the slightest attack.
Yes... That's good...
It will break...
It will break...
And it will be her fault!
Like everything is!
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, IT'S ALWAYS HER FAULT.
HER FAULT!
Her fault...
Her fault......
She lies down on the bed and looks up at the ceiling.
It's just a silver-colored ceiling like all the others.
Nothing special...
Nothing remarkable...
Easily forgettable...
As she closes her eyes again, she wonders...
If she was always just a simple roof for her friends.