Wished Away

Fairy Tales

She had always been a fan of those stupid fairy tales. The ones with those little fairies and unicorns, with Prince Charming and his princess. So I shouldn't have been surprised.

I should have seen the hazy look in her eyes, the one that had driven her to this. There was only one word I could truly describe this with: madness. She was mad, like the mad hatter type of mad. But that wasn't the frightening part, she had gone past madness to insanity. A bold and possessive insanity which I was all but too familiar with.

I had thought that she was just delusional and was a bit too clingy, but I was so, so wrong. In fact, I had no idea the full extent of my next actions. I was stupid to think that breaking up with her would stop this. But it only sped up her mission for insanity and parting of all rational thought.

The way she played the role of a princess so well was sickening. But the fact that I had unknowingly fulfilled her definition of Prince Charming and stepped into her castle was truly foolish. I was lead on but I cannot deny that I was to take the partial blame for this. I hadn't stopped her, in fact, quite the opposite. I had driven her along this road. This road of fantasies that she had created. But I didn't know how much she had thought of. To her, all I was, was a shining, shimmering doll who would forever come to the rescue.

And that was what she had made me. A perfect imagine.

"Oh, Prince Charming! Please save me from this tower." She said sweetly and she strolled to my place amongst her fictional fantasies. But I couldn't move, not even if I wanted to.

"After all, I want to stay with my Prince Charming forever... Just like in our fairy tale."

~~~

He was the wolf... And I was Little Red Riding Hood. But just in the way he wanted me, I remained innocent and blind to this. I had carried on walking, straight into his trap.

"See you tomorrow, Clara!" I shouted out to my best friend, I had known her since reception and remained friends since. But I couldn't see his attempts to befriend me, to swoop me off my feet and take me away. For I had only thought of my small circle of friends, I didn't think anyone else would be interested, so I made no attempt to try.

But when walking home he would always tag along. Chatting with me and laughing as we got to know each other. But then again sometime he would say the weirdest things, like to be careful of some people and to follow the road, never leaving it. I dismissed his creepy actions but the more we talked the more I felt a peculiar presence. Like they were watching me and following me.

However walking home today was rather different. And as I walked home he appeared from behind me.

"Hey, Clara. How are you? Are you okay? Did anyone strange try to talk to you, you remember what I told you about those people right, and you remember that promise you made not to talk to strangers right?" He rambled in his usual sped up pace. But he seemed a bit on edge, or it was excitement. But I had no idea why.

I giggled and nodded with a smile. Looking back down at my phone and shutting down the previously opened apps. "Yes, yes! I remember, there's no need to worry." I replied smoothly compared to his fast pace. He visibly sighed and nodded, sending me that familiar smile of his.

"Okay, well I guess I'll see you later then. Bye!" He said as he waved goodbye and turned to walk away.

"Bye, Jack!" I yelled at him with a small wave of my hand.

So I continued home, on the same path as usual. Without a care in the world, I felt pretty free by it. I came home to discover the door was open by a crack and the doormat was flipped. I checked for the keys but after realising they weren't there I assumed that my mum had come home and left her keys indoors.

But I was so wrong.

I walked in quietly and walked to the stairs, going to my bedroom. I had planned to do my homework and relax like I usually did. But that wasn't what he wanted but I couldn't see, nor did I even think, that he would he be there. As silent as a wolf and ready to hunt its prey, he was there. I walked to my dimly lit room and opened the door, raising my olive-skinned hand to the light switch.

"Hello, Clara." A voice echoed throughout the room. I froze in shock and fear, unable to process who the familiar voice belonged to. "You kept me waiting, what took you so long?" The voice continued to speak in the eery setting.

"H-huh? Who are you?" I said, yelling the final sentence.

"Uh-uh-uh, that's no way to talk to your beloved!" He tutted, walking closer to me. "You might not want to turn on that light, Clara." He spoke darkly.

"And why shouldn't I?" I snapped back, back against the wooden door. Shutting it in the process.

"I don't want to scar my precious rose before she is returned home~" He spoke calmly, holding out his hand as he stepped closer and closer.

"N-no, stay away! I am not your rose, I don't even know you!" I scream pressing on the switch. But I had made my decision too late, just as it was too late to escape. I was trapped and his prey. He whipped to my side and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him.

"Hm... It appears you need to be disciplined, my rose. It is such a shame, I had high hopes for you." He said, wiggling his index finger in front of my face.

"My name is Clara!" I said, struggling against his grip.

"That I know." He said and finally turned on the light. But how I wished he would have left this situation it utters darkness. It was Jack. I turned around only to see dark, deep red, splattered walls. The smell was returning to my nose and I realised what the substance was- blood. The unmistakable copper smell filled my nose and with it, my eyes welled up.

"W-what... What is this? What did you do!" I yelled in a voice little above a whisper.

"I stained the room and red as you are my rose. For your hands are as stained and tainted as mine." He said and leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss.

He had his prey, and I had my deep red cloak stained with the blood that forever followed me. This was how Little Red Riding Hood got her red cloak, by the haunting blood that had forever stained her.

~~~

Jack and Jill fell down the hill? Are you sure, are you certain they were not pushed..?

Escaping was proving to be harder than thought. But this was the first success. And the last, in more ways than I had yet to discover.

"Jack, why did you leave!" Jill screamed at me. Her sadistic voice echoing throughout the open field as I ran in pure desperation. She had agreed to let me collect water with her from the well and even go untied. But her lose reins had let that knot untie itself. But I couldn't blame her, in fact, I was extremely happy with her choice.

Her scream sounded as a bang echoed south of me.

"Ah, the water, Jack! Help, the bucket of water." She called with agony in her, now frail, voice.

For a moment I stopped. But that moment was enough for her to hear the stop and go of my footsteps. Limping towards me, I saw her dishevelled figure gaining on me. I raced forward but I was too late, now that she had caught on.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled looking back at her.

"But I love you! I promise I'll be better, I promise. I even let you go out today!" She yelled back with desperation.

"But that's not enough! I loved someone else... And you killed her!" I yelled, stopping as a steep hill was at my feet. I watched as she neared me with a small limp.

"But she didn't love you. Not like I could~ And do." She said as she stopped beside me. "And if I can't have you... No one can!" She yelled, her voice escalating with anger. She gripped on to my struggling arms and smiled softly.

"You don't have to do this... Think about it." I pleaded,

"Oh, but I do." She whispered and put her arms around me, hugging my tense form. And with that, she pulled me and herself off the hill. To our deaths, all because she loved me.

Wasn't I lucky?