Daisy's vision slowly started blurring. Salty tears ran down her face.
She remembered how Matthew once told her she was the one for him.
How he planned their future with a child, that she was the woman of his dreams.
Madeline was perfect, not only physically. Jealousy started sparking within Daisy. Madeline was neater and prettier.
But what if.. Daisy could steal Madeline's face?
Daisy hated her face and only her face. Seeing a woman as pretty as Madeline was making her horribly insecure.
Daisy ran to the forest to look for Crazy Coraline. Of course, 'Crazy' was not apart of Coralines name. The village gave her the nickname actually.
She got her nickname after she started claiming witchcraft was real but people thought of her as 'ill' and 'crazy'.
She was eventually chased out of the village with pitchforks by the parents of the children she'd scared by telling them what she could do to them with witch craft.
Daisy was making her way over to where Coraline lived and once she found a shed-like house, she knocked.
"Who's at the door? Visitors are not welcome" She said
Caroline was 25. She was not old nor crazy, or she though of herself as not crazy.
"Me, Daisy" Daisy spoke unsure of what she was going to do was right. But she didn't care.
"Daisy? What're you doing here?" She asked peeking her head out
"I thought you were another person coming here to harass me for no reason"
"Luckily I'm not..I want to steal somebody's face" She said quickly
"Straightforward I see, but I can't do that. I mean I can but I don't want to" Caroline explained
"What?! Why!" Daisy demanded
"One, it's witch craft. If there is evidence it actually exists, i'm a goner. Second, it's wrong and third it's a lot of hard work. About five and a half months" Caroline frowned
"Five and a half months" Daisy said thoughtfully
"People always thought of me as patient"
"No, I can't. The only way is if you grab a knife and cut her face off" She joked but Daisy considered it for a bit.
"I was only joking, silly girl. Go back to the village and never come back again or you'll end up like me"
Daisy left in a hurry, still considering the idea.
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Madeline's Pond
HorrorShe didn't know what was wrong with her. Why didn't Matthew look at her the way he looked at Madeline? Was it her nose? Her face? Her body?
