My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (16)

Rapunzel

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He wants to torture me with nightmares. Know what I say?

Bring it on.

I slowly fall into a slumber, snuggling deeper into Jack's hoodie as I go. The warmth of dreams wrap around me, suffocating me, with nothing but a daze. I feel like I can't control myself, and then, I burst through the brink of my dreams.

The first one is a dream I've always had. I call it a nightmare.

I begin in a meadow. Tulips and lilacs tickle my ankles as I walk through. The sun burns my hair, and I feel as if on fire. My face is blank until I see a woman. Her brown hair doubles down her back with the wind barely moving it. I've always wanted to turn her around and ask who she is, but every time I hold out my hand, the whole scene spins and I wake up. Not this time.

I reach out and grab her shoulder. It's silky from her skin, and the dress is soft. My hand lingers there for a few seconds before I pull back. Her head turns toward me but her curtain of hair blocks my view.

"Rapunzel?" She asks. Her voice sounds lost and sad, like a ghost. "Rapunzel, are you there?"

I don't say anything. My hand draws back. The woman shifts her body towards me, and just as her head turns, I feel water rise to my knees. I look down and the water rises up to my waist. When I look back up at the woman, she's gone. I'm crushed. I won't ever find out who she is.

I try to step out of the water, but the ground beneath me disappears. I'm falling through water. Bubbles escape my mouth, they're soundless cries for help. I try to kick up at the surface, but I don't move. More bubbles fly away. I still fight until I see something I wish I'd never see again.

It's Jack. He's floating in the water ahead of me. And he's dead.

My fighting is done. All I can think about is the boy in front of me, with his mouth slightly hanging open in a scream that will never be heard. He looks just like he had before I fell asleep. I know this is a dream, but it feels so real. He looks dead. Truly dead. With pale skin, blank eyes. It scares me down to my core. I can't take my eyes off of him. It has to be a dream, I know it is, but why does it feel like I've just lost a part of my soul? 

My eyes slam close. Finally, I can breathe. The water around me disappears. I'm standing up. I flutter my eyes open. The smell of fresh pine greets me. I look around to notice that i'm standing in a forest, Jack isn't in sight. And again, I dont move. I just take on gulps full of air and look at the trees. The bright blue sky shines above. Clouds pass by, I've never sewn the sky so blue and cloudless. There's clouds, but they're white and there's not that many. It's really pretty.

Suddenly, Pitch is standing in front of me.  A monster that I thought was a man. I trusted him with everything,  and he just threw me away like trash. My hands turn into fists and my eyebrows turn down. I give him the dirtiest look I could possibly give, and yet he just stares at me. No emotion on his grey face. His arms are folded behind him. He looks just like he's always looked. Nothing's changed. Maybe... just the look in his eyes. There is something there that I've never seen there before; guilt.

We don't say anything for the longest time. I wonder to myself... can I hurt him in my dreams? Maybe I could try to reverse this to a dream of his own. I could show him how much I loved him, how much he meant to me, then how it all drained away. I can try, and I will.

"You must hate me." Is all he says.

I snort, my glare still in full effect, "You think? You tried to kill me. You're my father. You shouldn't care about who I kiss or who I stay with and try to kill me, I'm your daughter!"