The Magical World Inside Ours

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I walk up to the altar, my dress flowing feather-light behind me. I had chosen a white egg-shell satin dress the hugged my curves perfectly and then flowed amazingly behind me. I had looked in the mirror just before walking through those doors, looking in my eyes you could tell that my whole world was about to change for the better, I was happy, I was beautiful. Now coming up the aisle, looking into his eyes, something suddenly feels wrong. The same light that glows in my eyes does not shine in his. He looks at me sadly, and then he looks away, a tear streaming down his cheek. I feel sick; my heart is sinking with every footstep I take towards him. This is the moment when I wish my Papa was here.

I step up to the altar, look at him and smile. He smiles back sadly. The preacher comes up and begins, but he interrupts the preacher with a raise of his hand. His eyes are a deep blue, the colour they go when he has to do something that he doesn't want to.

"I'm so sorry," he can't even look me in the eyes. His voice starts to crack. "I- I thought I could do this without crying. I thought it would be easy to be stronger than this. I can't marry you. I have to leave tomorrow. I just found this out last night. And I am so sorry, but I don't think I will be coming back."

"Where?! Where are you going?! Why aren't you coming back?" tears are streaming down my cheeks like rain. I couldn't see and I start backing away from him. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?!" by now I'm yelling at him, almost at a scream, wanting to hit him for the first time ever. At this moment I hate him. I don't even wait for an answer. I start running. Away from the wedding, away from all the guests. Away from him.

I don't know where I'm going. I can't even see through the tears. My heart feels like it had been torn apart and then put through a shredder. I keep running and running, until finally the tears stop flowing and I go numb. I keep walking for miles, not really seeing where I was going, just walking. When I finally take in my surroundings, the first thing I notice is that it has become nighttime. The second thing I realize is that I had somehow made my way subconsciously back to my old neighborhood that I grew up in.

I walk 3 blocks ahead and turn right into the old school yard. The school itself had been run down from age and weather. I remember when it was always full of children, before, during and after school hours because it was the only place with a playground. I walk to the swings and sit down, remembering the time that a kid in my class had slipped off and fell right on top of me. Neither of us was hurt, but we were in shock at what had happened. Later she and I had become very good friends, but she had disappeared, leaving no trace of her anywhere. I get up and walk up the steps on the playground, climb up the side and onto the roof where I stood, remembering how the day my grandparents had gotten into a car accident I had climbed up here and stayed here the whole day. Every one tried to get me down, but none of them were brave enough to climb up until my brother. My mother had called him from college and he raced here as fast as possible just to come to my rescue. We weren't like other siblings, he and I were close. I lay down and it starts raining, just like that day when my brother climbed up to rescue me. But I know that he won't be able to rescue me this time. He had been shot in a gang shooting, he hadn't been a part of any gang stuff, just an innocent person walking by at that certain time.

I climb down, by now it is pouring down rain. I walk out of the school yard and past the store I use to go to. Mr. Borgies. It was named after the store owner. He was the sweetest guy ever out there. Every time I had gone it was for something for my mom, to get bread, milk, meat, and just before I walked out the doors Mr. Borgies would give me a treat of my own. This store was small but magical. If you wanted something, Mr. Borgies had it. I continued past to the next block and turned left, down the alley I would always take to go home. Remembering how I had ran down this alley to tell my mom about me winning the spelling bee for my class. I had tripped an fell right into the arms of a stranger. I will never forget his eyes. That perfect green, just like a cat's, and following every movement without really having to move his eyes. He smiled beautifully and all my fear about strangers, or at least this stranger, was gone. I had never seen him again, nor had anyone else ever seen him. I had soon forgotten about him, until now, when a sudden shiver went up my spine and fear shot through me.

I look up and there he stands, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the alley. But he isn't the danger that I feel. It comes from behind me, and I spin around to a knife being plunged deep into my torso. My mouth drops open, I fall to my knees as everything clicks into place. I had seen this man's face before, his obsidian black eyes, bright, flame-red hair. His evil smile. It all comes back to me in a rush as to where I've seen him. At my grandparent's accident site, putting a black rose on my brother's grave when everyone had been far away from the site, not paying attention. And right before my house had gone up in flames killing both of my parents but somehow I had survived. I had no relatives alive, so I had to go live with complete strangers from the age of 16 to 18. Now here he is again, finishing me off. I now realize none of those deaths were accidents.

I look at the hilt of the knife. It has a dragging head with a red jeweled eye, marking it as a dagger rather than just any type of knife. The eye seems to glow with power and energy, making it feels alive. I take a deep, shuddering breath and look back up to see a large cat flying over me and onto the man with the obsidian eyes. Before they hit the ground the man disappears. By now I'm starting to fade, to get weak. I fall onto my side and stare straight ahead, I wonder why I don't feel the pain, why I suddenly feel at peace.

I'm dying. That realization clicks into my mind and brings tears to my eyes. I notice that the guy with green eyes and the big cat are walking towards me. I don't care anymore though. I don't feel anything, emotionally or physically. He puts his hand around the hilt of the dagger and pulls it out, that is when the pain shoots through me and I scream. Just before everything goes black I feel the cat's nose nudging my cheek as I watch the dagger start to change