What He Wants

Shattered Bride

The beginning:

Everything is foggy behind me as I look in the mirror, all I can see standing beside me is my sister holding a thin black lace in her tiny hands and the small white wooden chair I’m sitting on with a heart shape cut out of the back of it. My sister is tying the ribbon tightly to my back as she smiles; I take notice to her red silky dress covering her every curve fitting her beautifully, and her curly brown hair matches it perfectly.

I look back in the mirror at myself seeing  I have on a deep red vale that has a dark silver rose vein separating band to help connect the front and back of the vale. My brown hair is tossed in back with curls reaching down to my elbows. My skin is light and creamy without any flaws to be seen. The deep red make up covering my eye lids makes my green eyes more intense.  I have on my matching ruby jewelry set.

I stare into the mirror with no expression on my face while tears of blood come pouring down my cheeks in little streams. I slowly stand watching my deep crimson rose printed corset dress fall passed my knees down to the floor were my dark grey black laced boot heels are. They’re beautifully printed with black roses leading up to a small open toe revealing my black and red tipped toenail polish. I have a red and black French manicure.

I take a small step forward feeling the opening just above my right knee the slit in my dress reveals my black garner strap connecting to my thigh high black fishnet stockings. I grab ahold of my bouquet of black and red roses with long green steams all gathered together by one black silk ribbon. The thorns began to stab my hands making small droplets of blood fall to the floor, but I still don’t loosen my grip or let go. I see my three diamond ring shining brightly fitting my ring finger perfectly.

I look up seeing a long isle in front of me seeing black roses covering a deep red carpet leading all the way up to a podium. I began to walk forward stopping to look behind me as I see my little sister supporting the back of my dress smiling at me. I look around the large dim lit room seeing foggy faces; I’m unable to make out anyone I know out. Dark figures are all I can see sitting down knowing that they’re all watching me.

The warm blood streams down my face a little more rapidly now but not changing course down my cheeks. I began smiling as I get closer to the end of the isle seeing my fiancé standing there watching me. He has on a slim fitting black tux and black matching shoes. He is smiling wider with each step I take closer to him.

Once at the end of the isle I look to my left seeing my family sitting in the first row all with smiles covering their happy pale faces.  I look to face my fiancé taking his hand into mine. His family is to the right of me looking just as joyful as my own.

I look over to the podium and see that no one is there. The blood I have been crying is now covering the front of my chest and gown, but my fiancé and I are still smiling at one another, and holding each other’s hand. Nothing seems out of place until my face begins to distort. It starts shattering like broken glass, shards of all different shapes breaking and rupturing. I look around seeing everyone including myself still smiling as my face is breaking and blood is pouring out.

The End.

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