Three Blinde Mice

by Taxene

While attending to her brother, Leslie Casewell thinks back on who she used to be. Warning: spoilers. One Shot Agatha Christie’s Mousetrap

Three Blind Mice.

I do not own Mousetrap it belongs to Agatha Christie's grandson, I wrote this while playing Mz. Casewell in my high school's production of Mousetrap. This takes place right after Trotter tries to murder Mollie

Three Blind mice, Three blind mice

I sit here holding Georgie in my arms. My voice is strong and fim as I sing what he asked me to sing, the horried evil tune that he killed by. I feel him go limp I know my brother is now asleep. I look at my bed side table. The still half full neetle sits there. I feel bad for having to sadate him but it was for his own good. I sigh to myself. It is so hard to belive that I am now holding my brother in my arms. I had searched everyone I was just about to give up hope.

See how they run

I find it some what funny that it was compleate irony that brought us together once more. Georgie knew about Mrs. Boyle and Mrs. Ralston but he never knew that his own sister was closer then he thought. I had been so afraid that he had gone completely crazy that he was out to kill me. Mollie looks was too young to be Miss. Warring. I mean I thought it was possible but I would have never imagined it to be true. always had a fear that Georgie would hate me. I knew it wasn't my fault that the Casewell's didn't want him but I always feared that he would hate me for it.

See how they run

I spent so much of my life running from my past. Yet I could never fully run, I kept Kathrine as one of my middle names. I guess a small memory of who I once was. Of the life I once lived. Now of course it was all coming back everything I wanted to forget nothing I wanted to remember.

they all ran after the farmers wife

The abuse was hard on all of us. The Stannings were quite vicious. We always comforted eachother after everything went down. We huddled together to keep each other warm. As the oldest I felt it was my job to take care of Jimmy and Georgie but in the end I failed.

have you ever seen such a sight in your life

I held Jimmy as he died. I couldn't think of anything to do but hold him. I knew it was over and I knew there was no hope for my poor little brother. I held him the same as I am now holding Georgie and I sang him the same song. Jimmy asked me to sing to him and the only thing I could think of was that horrible tune. So that was what I sang

As three blind mice

I kiss Georige's forehead softly as I lay him down on my bed. Tears were slipping down my face. I had lost so much and the intire time I refused to cry but now that I had gained back my brother, my everything, I could not stop the tears from coming.