Prologue
Fairytales are a trap to cage innocent hearts, luring them into something which only leads to infatuation. A wiles which not only devours reality but makes one crave for something which is insubstantial.
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I feel the cold breeze coming from the broken window as I slowly open my eyes, only to be greeted by the same old dark room, which I have grown familiar with by now. I can hear the chirping of birds from the outside. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my bare legs which are covered with my own blood. The ropes are perfectly hugging my ankles and has created beautiful art on them.
I whimper as I try to move my aching body. My own body feels unfamiliar to me, lying on the cold dirty floor. How many days have I been locked here? I have forgotten. I have forgotten about how my life used to be or how living feels. Slowly, the wish of living is leaving the soul of my body. I have forgotten how living feels.
Every time I close my eyes, I pray it will be a dream, and the very next day I will be in my own room. But every time I open my eyes, I feel disappointed by waking up in that same cold dark room. Where nobody can hear my cries, no matter how much I scream, nobody will come to rescue me from this nightmare which I have been living in for a while now.
I have no hope left. Or maybe I have.
Maybe I have been waiting for him to come and tell me that it is a very bad dream and the next moment I will open my eyes, I will be with him by the river side. Listening to him humming under the blue sky.
But it all happens in my imagination.
And again, I'm back with all the pain inside my heart and the bruises on my body. Which only reminds me that I should not wait for him, he will not come.
He betrayed me.
The tears in my eyes threaten to fall, but my helpless state cannot wipe them. Unable to move my tied hands, I sob against the floor.
I flinch as the wooden door opens with a loud thud, and the sudden sunlight makes my eyes sting. I inhale the fresh air. Loudfootsteps echo
through the wooden cabin and the familiar scent which I have grown to hate swiftly dances in the air.
"Is it necessary to show up when I don't even like you?" I groan in pain as I say these words. She must be feeling very happy watching me every day with so much pain. As I had expected, a cocky smile appeared on her beautiful face. As much as I want to deny, her beautiful features make it difficult. No one would have guessed or thought that there was so much hatred hidden behind this beautiful face.
Her eyes scan my bruised body, with so much pleasure and amusement. She bent over, an amusing expression on her face. Her right hand came forward to move some strands of hair from my face. I moved my face away, feeling disgusted by her touch. As soon as I did that, she pulled my hair forcefully, making me feel more pain.
"And I don't like seeing you alive, don't you know that?" She says in a calm voice. "I would love to enjoy your death slowly and every day you will regret what you have done." Her grip on my hair tightened. As if she wants to kill me right away but cannot do that. "For the thousandth time I'm telling you it was not my fault" I reply back with the strength I have left in my body.
"He chose you over me. And I will never forgive you for that" She snapped. I can feel the venom in her voice, the hatred towards me. "Even though it's not your fault you have no right to live, I won't let you" She pushes me hard against the floor. An evil grin on her red lips as she looks towards me, sending shivers to my whole body.
"If you hate me that much, then kill me" She laughs at me, running her fingers through her hair. "Kill you? Not so soon". I feel something sharp against my skin.
"I will kill you" she says, as she presses the knife on my bruised hands "but not so easily, I'll erase every touch from your body" and she stabs the knife in my left hand. An ugly scream escapes from my mouth, tears roll down from my eyes, but she repeats her action without showing any mercy. "Stop please" I beg through my cries.
But no matter how much I beg, how much I scream, she will never stop until she feels the satisfaction of hurting me. She wants to hurt me, she wants to break me. My own blood now starts to make me feel sick.
"If you think he'll come and save you, then forget it. Because it's not you, it's me. This is my story, my world. I'll make you regret it until your last breath".
"Stop, please stop" As if my screams are nothing, my cries do not affect her. She is heartless and no matter what she says, she's wrong.
I can feel myself struggling, crying and begging in front of her, but her evil laugh makes me shiver.
"You are the reason why he doesn't look at me, because of you he never loved me" I feel the knife on my shoulder now "I will destroy your body, every inch of it, one by one. I'll erase all his touches and replace them with pain. Then you will regret it, every second with him" She now looks like a complete psycho.
She looks at the knife in satisfaction, my blood dripping from it. Pressing it lightly against my shoulder where she has already left several bruises before. My eyes blurry from all the tears, my body feels numb. If I had a choice to choose death over this regular torture, I would have chosen death, but something inside me had been fighting to survive, to make her attempts fail.
"No" I force my voice "even though you are powerful, you cannot replace his love for me. He'll never accept you" She looks evil, someone who will not hesitate to slit my throat... The look on her face scares me and deep down it is now clear why he has never loved her.
The hard kick on my stomach makes me spit blood from my mouth. My body aches in pain and my bruises sting. I feel my eyelids getting heavy again as she injects something on my body. Her face becomes blurred, her sound seems to muffle against my ear as the darkness welcomes me again.
And I will continue to write the story I have left behind.
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