Not Your Average Fairytale

Prologue

Prologue:

            Her vision swam, and the world around her tilted and swirled. She could barely feel the pin prick on her finger, like she was underwater and trying to see something above.

            The woman beside her laughed softly, a low and malice-filled noise. She stood up and swiveled around, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman again as she walked away, but she lost her balance.

            Grabbing the chair she had been sitting on for support, the girl closed her eyes, trying to find some sort of balance. The front door swung open and shut, leaving her alone in the house.

            Panic tried to rise up in her chest, as she fought the effects of the sleeping curse. But she was prepared for this, and she had no time to lose. Opening her eyes once more, the still slightly swimming vision of the living room met her gaze.

            She gripped the chair tightly for support, and taking a deep breath, stepped forward. Her vision pitched and swam again as she worked to steady herself. Then she took another step.

            Eventually, she began to accustom herself to the spinning feeling, and she sped up, guiding herself along toward the stairs. Reaching them, she held the rail and tried to take one step up, but immediately toppled over.

            She let out a soft curse, lowering herself to her hands and knees. She then began to crawl up the stairs, slowly but surely. She knew in the back of her mind that her time was running out and worried that she may not be able to finish the job.

            Finally, she reached the top, and began to crawl again until she reached her bedroom door. She rose again with closed eyes, not trusting her vision. One hand slipped around the knob of the door, twisting it until she heard a click.

            The door swung open, and she guided herself, eyes closed, through the familiar territory. Reaching her bed, she sat back down before opening her eyes. She felt on the bed for her phone and quickly typed in a useless password.

            She went to her contacts, and typed in the name she was looking for before deleting it. Next, she went to her messages, and quickly sent out a couple that needed to be sent.

            By now, dark spots were invading her vision, and she began to doubt that she would make it at all, let alone finish this. Reaching the number that was now unknown, she typed in one more message.

            I’m falling asleep. It’s time for them to know.

            She then deleted every message to that number, eliminating every trace left of the number. She could barely see now, and she felt the sleep pulling on her more than ever.

            I hate curses, she thought to herself. Perhaps she should have been worrying that he wouldn’t get her message. Perhaps she should have been worrying that they would fail. Perhaps she should have been worrying she’d now be asleep forever.

            But she didn’t worry about any of that, and as she was laying down, she was already asleep.

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Hello, darling! I'm back!

I'm sorry if you were reading Love Notes I just had no inspiration on that one. Anyways, I'm going back to Fantasy! Woo! This one is kind of like a mix between To Win the Prince's Hand and Love Save the Empty (both of which you should totally check out if you haven't) so that'll be interesting.

I've actually already written a lot of this. I'm about halfway through the story now I believe, and I'm super excited. I would've posted earlier, but I could not think of a title for the life of me.  And for the first time ever, I will tell you now at the beginning: this WILL have a sequel!

So, here we go! Enjoy!

-Becca