Varuka's Tale

Veruca Salt

Tell my story for me, won't you? They'll get it all wrong, I'm sure. Tell them all what happens afterwards; when we burn and turn into ashes just like a wrongly accused witch. Tell them of the injustice of it all. I really don't think it was my fault, but I'm not smart enough to say what really happened. I just tried now and all it got me was incinerated. Was it all me? Tell me. And then tell them, I promise he will listen, at least. I don't know about the others. They may know already.

I mean, why is everyone staring at ME, like it's my fault? Did I do this to myself, truly? Well, okay, yes, I chose where to stand, I made my intentions loud and clear, and I awaited judgment. But what about him? What about my creator? He's the one that made me like this. He's the one who pampered and spoiled me like an overfed cat. He petted me and fed me and gave me toys that I never used. How else was this to end? You know exactly who is to blame.

Them.


Tell them.

Before the smokes clears.