The Fairytale massacre

A Fairy tale Land Massacre

It was a early, morning rays of light cascaded across the lush green grass. The meadow glistened from morning dew. A tall striking blue eyed man appeared. Wearing a grey suit as he marched across the Highland hill's Cemetery parking lot. A beeping noise echoed from the lone car in the lot. The car was a Tesla Model 3 technical and bold a kin to its owner. Another somber mother's day strolling through a graveyard. His fist clinched yet another bouquet of flowers the perfect assortment of calla lilies and white roses. After 2 decades of Waltzing around graves Sean could be blindfolded and still find his mother's headstone. One day each year Mother's day, May the 10th to be exact everything had to be perfect. Visiting Charlotte's grave on Mother's day had become a sacred occasion for Sean Wallace. It was his personal coping mechanisms for the heart break that nawd at him from inside. A well thought out system of remembrance and tribe. The reality of losing both parents when you're just a child is devastating. Them dying in a vicious bloodbath is simply unimaginable . Sean bore mental and emotional scars so dense they were like his literal bones. On more than one instance he'd used all the pain and loss he felt to motivate him. It didn't take him long to disguise his trauma with a combination of charm and intelligence. Even as a kid Sean felt the all seeing eye of judgment. People always judge you especially when you had been through something horrific.
That morning after a shower and while putting on his suit. He couldn't help glancing at the T.V. as it played a local news program. Sean felt sheer disgust as the distinguished dark haired news anchor spoke. He'd started talking about the 20 year anniversary of the Fairy tale Land Massacre. The word "Anniversary" felt odd rolling around in Sean's head. The title "Lone survivor" is a heavy burden to carry for a 9 year, like a double edged sword. A sword that tears and rips as it may. Even so by some miracle Sean was basically normal. If you meet him at a bar or the beach you'd never think he'd been through so much. Growing up he felt how differently he was treated by everyone after the shooting. Teachers treated him like a liability, Doctors treated him like an oddity and other kids just kept their distance. In the years that proceeded the shooting he learned how useful a fake smile was. He wouldn't make you uncomfortable. You wouldn't walk away thinking "geez that guy's a mess." His parents had succeed in giving a loving home. It was the love they gave him that stayed with him. When they were killed their love protected him like armor. He still clung on to what they taught him and their love. He held on to every memory he still had of them. Closing his eyes he could still remember that final mother's day. His father Simon had gotten him up early that morning, the sun had not yet risen. Dad had been busy assembling all of mom's favorites. Little Sean was tasked with creating the perfect Mothers day card. In his comfy dragons P.J.'s Sean sat at the kitchen table. Chomping down on apple slices with one hand. The other little hand he welded a mighty big blue Crayon. Sean made his mom the best card in the world. At least that's what dad said to him when he proudly showed him. When mom's coffee and quiche were ready Simon signaled to Sean. Dad thoughtfully placed all of mom's goodies down on a fancy tray. Simon was an amazing dad who relished being Sean's father. As a husband he was damn near "The Perfect Husband". That day Simon had chosen a very special duty his son t little Sean had a big boy job to do. As Dad carried the tray down the hall to the master bedroom. Sean eagerly followed a few steps behind. Dad had entrusted him with a very important task as part of moms surprise. Simon told Sean that he was going to be mommies flower boy. Both of Sean's little hands were to small to wrap all the way around the base of the fancy Crystal vase that dad had put moms flowers into. A special Breakfast in bed was sadly their last holiday together. Charlotte was still fast asleep as the duo entered the room. The cherished memory of his mother Charlotte's radiant smile never faded. Whenever he attempted picturing her over the years. Her brilliant smile was like a Polaroid frozen in his mind. He remembered being out with one of moms friends and her talking about mother's day. She'd been casually telling the lady about how she didn't care about her own birthday. Reasoning that birthday's were overrated by far. Mother's day however was something vastly different. It was a day celebrating something that meant the world to her. In Charlotte's heart mother's day celebrated being a mother, along with all that motherhood entailed. In all the time since she'd passed, Sean never failed the yearly pilgrimage. It was another morning of heart ache peering down at his mom's headstone. The cold gray slap was the complete opposite of Charlotte. Sean's mom was warmth, everything about her was vibrant totally full of color and life. Whipping clean his mom's headstone made Sean feel like a good son. Gazing down reviewing her name, date of birth and date of death countless times. Then ultimately reading the words underneath aloud "World's best wife and mother". Simultaneously he'd opted into laying down mom's favorite flowers. It had evolved as part of the mother's day ritual. The ritual that started with Mom and Dad. It survived because Sean their only child wanted to keep the good memories he had alive. Despite the Horror and trauma he endured he used the good memories to keep him grounded. He'd grown up to be a good and compassionate man. He was solid despite losing both his mom and dad right in front of him. In sheer spite of the various corny tabloid headlines that mercilessly followed their deaths. Such articles emerging from fairly tame News columns. Tempting the public with Headline's like "Birthday massacre has lone survivor." Heartless article's frosted with the delicious gruesome details. The overwhelming reality of terror and revulsion was minuscule to the public. At least in comparison with the intrigue and freak show appeal that kept readers and views buying news papers and tuning. Freak show was how his aunt Grace had described it. Bad enough she was dealing with the loss of her beloved big sister. Then the stress of the media sideshow that followed the heartbreaking news. No one in the media thought about the impact their coverage had on the family's that were already struggling with the loss of their loved ones. Due to the rules of supply and demand the coverage spread like wild fire. Like a rotten banana the stories got blacker and more rotten. The victims loved ones hadn't even gotten the chance to organize the funeral services. Then without any regard for the families suffering the coverage exploded over night. The story was tragic 15 people innocent killed by a Lunatic who targeted adults and children alike. All 5 of the children were Sean's friends from school who came to his birthday. Their names and faces were branded in his mind forever. Alton was nine years old and scrawny with red hair and blue eyes. Other kids would tease him sometimes calling him a ginger. Alton had been his best friend since Kinder garden. His 9th birthday was a was just a few weeks before Sean's. They'd gone with his mom and older sister to the zoo and seen the big cats exhibit. Katie was a sweet girl with Blond hair and big pretty green eyes. She loved animals and drawing Marcus had just moved from New York City a few months before he'd meet Sean in Karate class. Patrick was a natural class clown and would do anything to make everyone laugh. His twin brother was always int trouble. They lived across the street and went to the same church as Sean's family. Over the years Sean had spent so much time blaming himself for their deaths. Absolutely dreading when his birthday would come around he would think about them. Spending days laying in bed awake and unable to sleep thinking about his friends. The lives they could have had the people they would have been. Always wishing that he had not handed out those lame dinosaur invitations. Little Sean had chosen the cards with mom at the store. 9 year old Sean picked them because they had a big cool T-Rex on one side of them. On the other it invited you to come Celebrate Sean's Birthday Party at Fairy tale land along with the date, time and a phone number to R.S.V.P. Simon had explained to Sean that it was French "Répondez s'il vous plaît, meaning "Please respond". His whole life Sean thought his dad was a genius. Simon was an architect and always knew everything. Several News organizations called Simon a hero. Sean remembered dad had gone to the car to grab a lighter for the cake candles. The truth that Sean would never know was that dad had gone outside to have a much needed cigarette. Simon had come up behind his beautiful wife and wrapped his arms around her. Asking softly in her ear if she could handle the kids while he went outside for a quick drag. Charlotte swiftly reminded her husband that he was supposed to be quitting. Then after a kiss on her neck she caved in and said alright you've got 10 minutes and I'll hold down the fort. Simon grabbed Charlotte's wrist and kissed it before twirling her around. Walking away he said "I've got the best wife ever." Charlotte loved how romantic Simon was. She took the cake out of the box from the Bakery and started placing nine green candles around the Dinosuar themed cake. Isabella was at the table drawing and sitting silently. Mom Proceeded to called over the other kids who were fully occupied playing various arcade games. After calling out each child's name they came to the table eager for cake and ice cream. All but David and Devon who's mom snatched her boys away from the wack a Troll game. Smiling and Surrounded by kids mom explained that dad was coming with a lighter for the candles. In unison the twins announced "Our mom has a lighter in her purse she smokes camels" Their mom's complexion turned a little red from a combination of embarrassment and frustration.

as had called Simon a hero special sprinkles of personal information. The thirsty Tabloids and murder porn Vlogs gorged themselves. So called reports parked outside around the clock. Till aunt McKenzie couldn't take it anymore. An old boyfriend of hers offered her a lifeline. His name was Scott at the time he was in his late 20's. They'd had an off and on again relationship since college. They'd split because he taken a job on the west coast. One night after a few glasses of wine McKenzie had called him. Wanting to help Scott convinced her to pack up and move. By the end of the week Sean helped aunt McKenzie pack everything. McKenzie thought having Sean help with the move was good for him. In her mind it was good to box up everything and start over. The flight from Cleveland Ohio to Los Angeles California was long. Sean had never been on a plane and stared out the window. Everything looked tiny like miniatures. Aunt McKenzie had two rum and cokes before putting on her sleep mask. She was fast asleep when Sean felt the urge to pee. Desperate he waved down the flight attendant. She was an older lady either in her late 40's or early 50's. She walked him to the back of the plane to the bathrooms. After using the bathroom he went to the sink to wash his hands. The plane hit turbulence suddenly. The tiny room shook violently and everything went black. Fear reached into his chest and grabbed him from within. Suddenly he was sitting in front of a birthday cake with 9 lit candles. In the center in Blue letter's read "Happy Birthday Sean". Out of nowhere mom reached out and padded Sean on the back. Dad stood across from them with his camera. He said smile and there was a bright flash. He turned his head and looked at mom beside him. She glowed with her big beaming smile. Seated at the table all of his friends were smiling. Dad would always say mom smiled with her eyes. She was wearing a periwinkle blouse. He looked at the gold locket dad had given her. Glancing down Sean noticed the pizza sauce stain. It was odd there was one stain than another and another. Sean opened his mouth and pointed at the crimson droplets. Before he could speak he heard a loud boom. He watched in horror as right between mom's smiling eye's a single bullet did it's damage. On the plane the lights in the tiny bathroom turn back on. Sean was covered in sweat and shaking. Getting up he looked in the mirror. There was still frosting on his tip's. He washed his hands wondering if what just happened was real or not. Tears still on his face he opened the bathroom door. A tall man in khakis stood blocking Sean's way. He took one look at little Sean's face and asked was he okay? Sean whipped his face and said he was fine. The blue eyed stranger pulled out a KitKat from his pocket and offered it to Sean. He put on a plastic smile and told Sean he had a son his age. He asked Sean if he wanted to sit with him for a while. A chubby man in a Hockey jersey a few rows ahead stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Sean walked back towards his seat the man in khakis followed close behind. Pausing

He felt pretty lucky about his life. A big part of that was his beautiful wife. Tracey was a prize not only for her beauty. She had been relegated to friend for years. She'd actually asked him out while they were still in highschool. Sean couldn't being physically attracted to Tracey. The mutual desire was definitely there but the risk was to great. At least according to Sean's calculation's. People broke up all the time. Just playing it safe and remaining friends was safer. Safer because Sean couldn't imagine losing her. The truth was inside of him there was a deep chasm of dread. Maybe it was due to witnessing so much ugliness. Maybe even from the strain of always having to appear to be in control. On occasion he'd actually worried himself sick over Tracey. Something in his head would literally cause himself to become physically ill. This pain like a heavy stone in his belly. Sometimes it would be there due to a new boyfriend. Other time's, it was due to Tracey herself. She seemed to be pulling away from him. Until she got fed up and took mercy on him. She finally gave an ultimatum that he couldn't get around. It was a month before he'd planned to move away to grad school. He told Tracey about being accepted to a great program. She came over and they celebrated with pizza and beer. Tracey knew what she wanted and wasn't going to settle. Sitting across from Sean on the kitchen floor. They'd both gotten a little drunk and started playing Truth or Dare. It was late but they were having an amazing night. Tracey dared Sean to take a drink from a water bottle while doing a handstand. What Tracey did was far harder than Sean's physical feat. Tracey choose to tell the whole truth which was so much harder. The month that followed was nothing less than bliss. Sean hadn't realized how good opening himself to love could feel. It wasn't long before he felt grateful. Sean made a point of always showing Tracey how much she meant to him. Then Bam one afternoon Sean found himself in jewelry store after jewelry store. A smidge over a year and Sean had no doubt. Sean accepted the fact Tracey was his soulmate. Sean had become another version of himself yet again. It was a different kind of change than previous alterations. Being time it wasn't about denying I am Tracey was his personal Excalibur. Something so Mystikal and powerful it made thcideding to propose he knew it had to be perfect. An absolute prerequisite for Tracy was"memorable". For memorable ment unique was a combination of she deserved the sun, moon and stars.