A Snow White Story (Aborted)

18: Who are you, Lady?

She shot open her eyes with a piercing pain in her head. The blur shifted to clear revealing her lying on a neatly organized bed. The curtains were guarding the daylight although letting in faint rays like features. She was well tucked in with warm covers and soft pillows around her.

Was unsettling. A moment earlier she lay in a course grey room with dead lights and now she's here. It seemed ever so real, though.

A faint music squeezed through the wooden door that was shut close. Rubbing her eyes, she got up, removed the covers and swang her legs down. Outside the covers, it was eerily cold. Roxy had to hug herself.

Was she been abducted? Abducted from the once who abduct?

The thought made her feel so silly of herself.

As she neared the door, Roxy noticed that it was slightly ajar. Pulling it wide, she found herself in a dark corridor. Like, really dark. Pitch black. She tried to feel around and found walls to the direction where the room was. Opposite to it, a bit further were a set of stairways. The good old music was elastic in her ears.

Everything gave her a ghostly feeling. Must be a nightmare.

Roxy thought of pinching herself but a part of her wanted to see what came next. The staircase ended at the mouth of a living room. Now there was light.

The curtains closed, peacefully burning logs in front of her and facing the fireplace was a rocking chair on which sat a silhouette of a woman. She was calm and still.

Roxy hesitated to go any further. Maybe she should retreat back. As she was about to leave, a soft yet warm voice whispered, "You're up."

She froze. Turning around, she saw the silhouette jerk a bit.

"Roxette," The voice spoke, "You don't have to be afraid of me. Just know, this isn't real. It's just an illusion. You're starting to remember."

Roxy tried to speak but the words stopped halfway to her throat. Still she was successful in forcing some out, "What are you talking about?"

"You'll find out yourself," A hint of laughter played in her voice.

"But who are you, anyway? And how did I get here?"

"This isn't real, remember?" She waved her hand as if commanding the crackling yellow flames. After a while, she turned around.

To her astonishment, the lady looked a lot like Roxy herself. Same eyes and the same sharp jaw. Roxy tried to think.

"Don't you think so much," The lady laughed and got up. She was wearing a grey and dull gawn yet looked like an angel from Heaven; her thick brown hair tied up in a messy bun, "My girl, you'll be okay."

"How do you know?" Roxy wrinkled her nose.

"I do," The lady neared her and stopped right in front of her, "I do, because you're my little girl."

"What?" Before she knew, a tear rolled down Roxy's eye, "My mother?"

"Let no explanations be," She smiled and held Roxy's face, "Just remember me, when you're down. I'll be there, like I've been before. I'll be there, like I'm now."

"Mom," Roxy choked back a sob and crashed into her mother in a warm hug. She held her and so did her mother. It was as if all the happiness, smiles and beautiful things met at one place; her mother's embrace.

Even if this was a dream, it felt so real. Like, it'd been the best dream she'd ever had.

Before she knew, everything dissolved into darkness.

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Roxy woke up with a jerk and coughed a bit. After easing, she sat motionless on her bed.

The dream.

She remembered it. And with that, another thing; that was her mom, who died giving birth to her. She had been told that. But by whom, she didn't remember.

For now, this was enough. She'll remember it all in time. Just needed to wait.

Her mom.

She hadn't seen her for real; but in a dream. How strange could that be? Maybe that's what happens when someone truly loves you. They stay with you no matter what. They stand up for you when everyone's turning their backs on you. That's called love.

Roxy sighed and glancing at the clock, decided to carry on with life. Nothing should stop her at this point. She's getting to it. She knew she had deadly adventures and missions ahead.

Perks of being the Mafia Princess.

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Hey people,

How's this part? It's the part where she's starting to remember. But don't worry, the story's just begin. A lot of crazy adventures and events await. Just hold on and watch what she becomes.

And also, it's a Mother's Day Special chapter. Happy Mommy Day to all the beautiful and caring mommies out there. I love you. Just don't lose hope and trust in yourself. You're already halfway there 😉

Love, Rush 🌹