All Susan could feel was bitter resentment towards everyone

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia. C.S Lewis owns the series.

A/N: Another Narnia fanfic. Written because I want to.(And I don't know why I want to) I don't have much to say and I'm wondering why I'm even bothering writing an A/N. I know, for tradition's sake.

Resentment

All Susan could feel was bitter resentment towards everyone. She hated them. She did, she did. She looked at her vanity and started to doll her face up expertly. Her eyes void of the anger and hatred that flowed in every vein her body had. First, she powdered her face.

Professor Diggory Kirke. She used to like him. He who she thought was wise and funny and kind. But now as she pressed the press-powder in the last un-powdered spot on her pale face, she only thought him an old man who was too foolish to think that the games she played with her siblings were real. 'What did they teach children before?'

Next, Susan applied pink on her cheeks.

Aunt Polly. How abominable this woman was! How dare she tell her that she was silly to have her school time wasted trying to be a grown-up. Silly because really, she was a grown-up and no one need tell her that she was trying for she was- she is an adult. Silly Aunt Polly indeed! 'She was the one who needed to grow up, playing along with everyone!'

She applied color on her eyes-blue and dark violet.

Eustace and Jill. Sigh! She supposed that they were still allowed to play the game for they were just kids who knew nothing much of the world. But oh! She hates them so. Something in the way their eyes sparkled whenever they told of their adventures irked her. 'Kids these days! What lies they tell!'

She applied kohl on her right eye

Peter. He was supposed to know and understand that there were no such things as Fauns, Satyrs, Centaurs, Nymphs and all creatures only in a book one could find. He was a grown-up wasn't he? But why had he also played along? Fueling the silliness of everyone and tolerating the ignorance of them all. 'High King the Magnificent was he? No, High King the Foolish. That he was.'

Kohl was applied to her left eye.

Edmund. She thought he understood her. After all, he was the one who's got more sense from the rest. But no, he was also playing the silly game. He had also looked at her with steady accusing stares. 'Why was everybody playing that bloody game?'

She took a green tube, uncapped and twisted it until crimson stuff appeared.

Lucy. She hated her most of all. Her sad eyes staring at her unfeeling ones, her childish innocence of believing in magical places and creatures that did not exist. She hated it all. The questions of the little one of why she chose to forget angered her. There was nothing to forget. 'Because all of it was made up, a game I used to play with them.'

She applied lipstick and each stroke was perfect-covering her natural pink lips with the crimson the society love and her family and friends hated. She piled her hair into a loose bun and clipped on gold earrings. She looked beautiful. The final touch was to spray cheap perfume and she was all set to party all night.

'Look what that silly game did to them. Lead them to their graves.'

She turned the key locking the door. The night was young and the air was fresh and cool. She walked softly, bringing her coat closer to her body. Tap. Tap. Tap went the sound of her heels.

All she could feel was bitter resentment towards everyone. It's impossible for one to enter another world through a wardrobe And Susan wasn't a foolish girl. There was only reality and it pained her deeply.

'Aslan, Aslan, Aslan…what a horrid name.'

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End of the fic.

A/N: Err…??