Reviving Touch

| chapter one

It was a fairytale, an amazing one, where everyone has a happy ending well except the villain which is inevitable. The real question is: what happens to tondi who help the main characters find each other and establish a picturesque world with chords of happiness in every inch of the place.

What happens to the helpers?

This thought had been on my mind ever since the night mother told me the beautiful story of Cinderella, a motherless girl turned orphan suffering under her own roof due to her stepmother and stepsisters - those who were driven by fame and wealth.

"Mother, the godmother?" Curiosity sparked in me after the end of the story.

"What about the godmother, sweetheart?" Mother spike as confusion filled her, shown as her eyebrows rose.

"The godmother, mother, what happened to her!" I demanded, as my voice turned shrill as my curiosity sat right at the tip of my tongue.

Mother stumbled back, shocked and her put together facade broke right in front of me, taken back by my unusual but highly important(well for me it was highly important) question and alarm set in her eyes as she thought about me question carefully - realising how the godmother had not been mentioned at the end where Cinderella and her prince lived happily ever after.

Mother had been wary around me for a week, the shock still there from my question and it had scared her because no six year old has a question like that about a fairytale well thought with a happy ending that every young girl wishes to hear about and start to fantasise about their own happily ever after.

That moment I realised that my thoughts erred this of a normal six year old - my thoughts were different and it could land me in the special hospital that Nana got put into because she heard voices of her dead husband.

Yet my curiosity blossomed from a seed to an ever growing bright flowers - healthy and lively, always judging at the back of my mind begging for an answer,

Why had that thought been stored in a small box and shoved to the back of my mind, still opened after thirteen years?

Well that's an easy question, I am the fairy godmother in this story and I want to know what happens to me.

After all, the helper seems to disappear after the happily ever after of the characters.

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The dark sky swarmed me in a blanket of warmth and removing the isolation that I had felt for years, the stars sparkles like diamonds - pure and sharp. As my heart pounded in my chest, I took a few strides into the room as the door was ajar, I stood there silent staring at the mirror with soulless eyes.

A girl, mid twenties with string like wheat for hair and a frail figure settled deep in the chair satin front of her vanity table, trying to blend in with the scenery and become invisible, crying her heart out as her mouth formed a frown and within seconds she blabbered incoherent words that seemed to be telling a sorrowful story with a pleading tone.

"He hit me again!" Sobs wracked through her body, visible as her body shook violently.

"He's always doing this to me and blaming me for ruining both our lives but I don't know what I did wrong, if he told me I'll try and fix it but he refuses to even look at me!"

She took a deep breath trying to control herself but another set of words jumbled together spurted out of her mouth

"His harsh words break my heart because he is the only person I have in this world, his venom filled insults are engraved in my mind and I've believed them all because I am a mistake and I am useless!"

The sadness in her eyes were replaced with determination and I could sense a dark turn in her future.

"It's time for me to leave this world and finally reunite with the only soul who cared about me."

The finality echoed in the room and she lifter her head up.

"Is it you that had to leave?" My voice soft teacher her ears in minutes and she turned her head so fast and stumbled back.

"Maybe it is your fault, you are the reason you r family is plagued with problems that hit you left, right and centre but it doesn't give anyone the right to point out the issues and torment you with it, it's all pa..."

"YES IT DOES, I DON'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ANYONE ON THIS EARTH AND IT GIVES EVERYONE THE RIGHT TO BLAME ME!"

She had snapped and it showed me that the problem isn't her but the him she was mumbljust me about - he indoctrinated her into believing that she was the reason for all the misfortunes and well I guess my words won't work but I do have another plan.

She seems so distracted, she hasn't realised that I am a stranger in her house and with that thought - it was like she heard me and begin to hyperventilate.

"Who are you? What do you want with me? Did he send you to torture me? How did you get into my house?" Her voice rose an octave as panic settled deep in her heart ready to explode.

"It's okay," I put my hands up in a forfeit gesture to ease her thoughts and slowly walked up to her.

The adrenaline she felt a few seconds ago slowly melted as she slumped down and placed her head in her hands - the hope sucked out of her as she has no energy to fight the intruder (who was me) and her soul had no fight in her to present.

I walked, slowly and quietly, almost tip toeing to not risk another outburst - reasonable but not needed right now as my migraine was already past normal.

I had almost reached her - ready to sooth her problems away.

Bang!

My heart raced at the unexpected sound that sounded more like a nuclear bomb then a door slamming open.

Her eyes widened in panic, arms grasping the knife that had appeared out of nowhere and she had already gotten close to her unhealthily pale wrists with blotches of amythest - a rich and majestic colour that seemed out of place on her skin.

I leaped forward, hands stretched out ready in action all the while sipping of the leather gloves that stuck to my warm honey hands like a second skin.

"It's okay, darling, don't worry everything will be fine," I sand quietly as she stared into my coal eyes as the knife inched closer and closer to her demise and I didn't want er to be the first I couldn't save when she had the potential to do so much more in this world.

One innocent death wasn't something I wanted to happen, especially on my watch so I jumped across and tapped the knife out of her hand and placed my bronze thin fingers that are adorned with sterling silver ring that attached to my moon bracelet that are hidden from the human eyes.

One slight graze ignited a small sizzling spark - it is too small for the human eye but I could see it everyone it happens and I'm still not used to it, for me they were fascinating fireworks, of all sorts of colours from bright to dark and it lit up the room.

She jerked her head up and the hopelessness in her eyes had been replaced with a newfound determination and will to live and that was all I had to do.

I took minuscule shuffles back to get away unnoticed - she was now ready to face the him and any problems god there at her and i had ticked off the last person on my checklist for the day.

A small smile adorned my face yet they never reached my eyes, she found her strength and it will soon follow with happiness and I get to wander the earth till I die - which will never happen as I am an immortal who makes everyone else on earth happy but myself.

What else can I do but lose my sanity to save seven billion others who won't remember me at all and in the end I'm an insignificant figure in this realm.