The Tortoise and the Hare

They told me seeing a turtle on your wedding day would bring good luck. It was some kind of old tale that my family has shared for many years. I grew up with this story, and eventually I began to believe it was true, as silly as it sounds. I've been to many weddings in my life, and in all of them the couples have seen a turtle. They have good luck. However, I did not see a turtle on my wedding day. Oh no, I merely saw a rabbit, a stupid rabbit.

It was a sunny day with hints of puffy, white clouds. Not grey enough to mean there will be rain and not enough clouds to mean rain was on its way. It was a great day for a wedding. I desperately wanted to see a turtle just like the other fortunate weddings I have attended. I began to think out loud, not knowing anyone could or would hear me. "I want to see a turtle. I want my share of luck. I wish I was lucky enough to see a turtle on this glorious day." I thought no one heard. I was wrong. That stupid rabbit heard me.

I thought I had heard a little chuckle back then before everything happened. Before that stupid rabbit made my life miserable. I thought I was going crazy. "Really Mallory? First talking to yourself now you're hearing things. Snap out of it," I thought. From what I know, the second that rabbit heard me wish for a turtle on my wedding day, he hurried off to plan his devious scheme. A little prank. That's what stupid rabbits are known for, stupid pranks.

The rabbit told me his name, Loki. I've been studying mythology and I swore that name was familiar but I didn't pay much attention to it. He told me he overheard me talking to myself and wanted to "help." I just wanted to see a turtle so badly I couldn't stop myself. I wanted help, and I told that stupid rabbit just that without hesitation. He told me he would bring me Faith, the ancient turtle who brings the greatest luck of all. Again, I said yes without hesitation. I noticed a weird, crooked smile on his stupid face but I didn't question it. I was too caught up in my own joy to see that the stupid rabbit with his stupid name was planning something to make me feel miserable.

After my agreement with Loki, or Rumplestiltskin Jr. as I like to call him, my life got worse. That sunny day became rainy and dreary. There were a few hurricane warnings out of nowhere. On my wedding day! The wedding was cancelled due to worry that someone will get injured. Everyone went home and the wedding was reschedueled for a later date. I came home and told my fiance about my encounter with the rabbit. He looked at me with sad eyes and told me, "Don't trust too easily Mallory. You never know what someone is hiding." We went to bed, it was a long day and we have to prepare for our wedding that is later on now, not knowing it's all the stupid rabbit's fault.

I woke up at 3 AM to find I was alone. Now that hurricane never actually happened. There were many warnings but nothing happened. So, my wedding was kinda cancelled for no reason. I was completely alone but I didn't feel alone, I felt a presence with me. I wandered around the house to try and find my soon to be husband, however I could not find him. I assumed my fiance went for a quick stroll but he never came back. I later realized the note on my bed, dead straight in the center as if it was ever so slightly placed there. The letter read on how my fiance wishes to leave me and how he and everyone around me believes I'm going insane. I'm not insane. I blame the stupid rabbit.

He left me. My fiance left me. I went out for a walk to get my mind off things since this was a change I will have to get used to. However I was distracted when I noticed a man who looked a lot like my ex fiance. I began to stare a bit. The man was with a woman. They seemed happy. I waited for the couple to walk closer. As their smiles became clearer, so did their faces. That man wasn't someone who looked like my ex fiance. He was my fiance. My fiance left me for some other woman right after me. He wanted to rub it in how happy he is. I talk to myself, people think I'm insane. Maybe they're right. Maybe I am insane. No one can speak to rabbits. It's all in my head. Stupid rabbit.

I don't exactly know what happened after. All I saw was blood on my hands and my ex fiance sprawled on the ground, covered in more blood than I. I wondered where the wound was but I couldn't tell. I heard screams and police sirens in the distance, wee woo wee woo. But I also heard a familiar chuckle. The chuckle of the hellish rabbit in my mind laughing at the unlucky life he has brought to me. Now I'm doing 10-20 in federal prison. Stupid rabbit.