I have a bad case of writer's block on my other story, so I'm writing this songfic, as proof to everyone that I did not fall of the face of the planet. This is a songfic to "I Dreamed A Dream" from Les Miserables. This is from Beatrice Baudelaire's view on schism and her love. Future Quiglet alluded to. Victor Hugo owns Les Mis , Lemony Snicket owns ASOUE, and I own this songifc! Please review! Enjoy!
There was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...
Life was an explosion. It was nothing but good times. I had a love named Lemony Snicket, we were engaged. I never knew that I could love another person in the deep and profound way I loved Lemony. Everyone seemed to be at peace with each other. Then at one dinner party, my world as I knew it was completely shattered.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.
Before the schism we were all together, living as a community of volunteers. I dreamed of seeing my own children, my own daughter and her love, becoming volunteers. Before the schism I knew I had a second chance. I thought my dreams would be forever, my love would be eternal. It was the best days of my life, galas, balls, parties, benefits, nothing but good times.
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.
But, life always has a way of crushing your dreams, as noble as they are. The one party, an evening I'll never forget, was the start of the schism. Esme turned against me, damn that sugar bowl. I remember her words as she accused me of stealing it "You bitch! You filthy piece of scum!" will forever ring in my ears. It wasn't a clean split. We had members who wanted good, the confused, and the wicked. Count Olaf had abused my dear friend Kit's heart, but when she refused to take his side, he tore down all her hope. I will hate the bastard as long as I live.
He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!
My blood ran cold when I read the article. Lemony had died. I locked myself away; I was supposed to be his wife! We had had so many amazing times. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen! He left me to fend for myself. If I ever had a daughter, I'd advise her to always care for her siblings and make sure that the one she loved knew she loved him. For, both could leave at any moment.
And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!
Even as I met and fell in love with Bertrand Baudelaire I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if Lemony had been alive. Why did this schism have to happen? I know I will never see Lemony again, but I just can't accept it.
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
Life was hell. I locked my door and finished my sobs. I never thought my life would turn out like this. Life, VFD, the schism, all took away the dream of a small little schoolgirl.