Once Upon A Dream
Water is dripping from the concrete slabs that encompass this tiny hole. The lights are continuously flickering without end; driving me mad. No one is around; no one can hear me. My voice is hoarse from screaming; they should know I didn’t mean it; it was not my fault. All I see is his face, the look of horror permanently stained on his perfectly sculpted structure. His eyes were red and puffy from tears, all he whispered to me was words of hate and regret. He didn’t know what to think of me; what to say. In my mind it seemed right at the time, how could it all go wrong?
We were once walking through the forest that surrounded the town, so happy and not caring about what lays beyond our eyes. He knew what we were doing was wrong, but he did not care as long as we were together. His parents would understand, learn to accept me. We had many conversations of what our life would be like together, how it would work, but we never really came to any conclusions. It just seemed impossible, but as long as we had each other and our love we knew something would have to happen.
He had a plan, that when we told his parents about us they will have one of two reactions. If they decide to be joyous for us then we will stay and live as one big happy family, but if they reacted badly we would run away together. He knew running away would not be so easy; practically everyone in the country knew his face, but we would make it happen. Over and over he would reassure me that no matter what occurred we would find a way to be together; he did not care how long it would take; he would give up his crown for me.
It was settled, we were going to tell his parents that we were to be wed that evening. Everything was in place; if they refused to agree we would run away in the carriage that awaited us. It was a real prince charming moment for me; he really was going to give up his entire life just to be with me. We had a dream; and it was going to become our reality.
Everything went wrong. I can’t even think about it; all I see in my mind is streaks of blood running down the walls. Those eyes; those eyes that bulged out towards me, riddled with murderous anxiety. Through a wrenched, chocked voice she screamed, “Look at me!” repeatedly as she stabbed the sword viciously through their chests. She seemed drugged, delirious, anything but normal. As she stared at the corpses she solemnly mumbled, “I did it for us.” Everything was spinning, the dry walls, the soiled carpet, the broken glass, the shattered mirrors; everything but her. She stood still, staring at me in a twisted way with the corners of her lips curling into a devious smile.
In an instant she disappeared. Everything stopped spinning. I looked down at my hands to see my blood soaked garments, blood still dripping from my cold hands. My pulse was racing, my heart pumped as if it was being ripped from my body; sweat poured down my face. I was running, just running; I could not stop. He caught me forcing my body to a whipping halt. “Why?” was all he said, he did not understand; I do not understand.
As I lay here staring up at the white washed ceiling, all I can think was it was only just a dream, or was it?