The Death of Snow White

It was as if it had rained inside that old Victorian mansion upon that hill. Puddles were everywhere, creating shallow lakes across the living room’s marble tile. The only difference, that would strike anyone with a rising fear, was that the rain was not rain at all. Those clear soft and quenching drops of water were instead tangy and scarlet colored drops. Bodies dead but continuously drowning in their own bloody pool mixed with that of others that resided close by. Though, it wasn’t the bloody massacre that turned my skin to ice or even the creepy red hand prints that were plastered on the white walls leading you to it. No, none of that made me quiver quite like what stood in the middle of the five day rotting corpses just frozen like a statue with an emerald gaze. It was seeing that snow white dress dyed with the color of crushed cherries that made me shiver and cringe. That sight made me desire to break down and drown myself in the lake of blood to replace the horrible feeling of my failure. This is my tale of Snow White but don’t tie it to your fairy tale version for it isn’t like that at all. You can call it a cruel twist on the destruction of an innocent girl and how, without me, they still managed to destroy the one pure hope we had left.

Three weeks before that Halloween night was when I first met the girl I was destined to kill. About twenty feet away I stood from that lonely and rusting park watching her swing back and forth. The girl’s expression was sweet, loving, and trusting as the wind blew the autumn leaves around her feet and through the air. In silence, I plotted her demise and in what satisfying way I would take her life. It was so difficult to even try and imagine that when she smiled so brightly. Her white teeth glowed against her creamy tan skin that was wrapped in a Victorian styled dress. Her hair was like midnight waves unable to be contained by the silky white ribbon in her hair. She was only five going on six and I appeared her age, but then again I am not human. Her shrill of excitement snapped me back from my thoughts and the little ribbon flew out of her hair with elegance. She felt for it franticly and turned before jumping up to run after it. I had not even noticed the silk feeling with in my hand as she appeared like a flash of light in front of me. Like newly planted grass in spring, her eyes glowed with a cat’s curiosity as I held the white ribbon within my grasp.

With a purr, she held out her hand in a greeting apparently not sensing my no touching aura. Despite that fact, I grabbed her hand to make her happy. One touch left me paralyzed as she squealed in joy that I had accepted her greeting. I looked at her as she reflected like a mirror image with in my pitch black eyes. “I’m Brook,” She smiled sweetly as she grabbed the ribbon out from my hand and started to tie it back. “West,” I spoke unconsciously, and that seemed to make her glow more then she already was, if that was possible. “Want to come and play with me?” She asks but more in a statement, as she headed towards the swing set not waiting for my reply. I rolled my eyes but my feet walked towards her on their own. Within seconds, I was behind her pushing her lightly on the swing, afraid to harm her. She laughed and enjoyed herself as we spoke not another word. Thoughts ran through my mind. I wasn’t supposed to be here getting along with the girl I had to kill. Her green eyes glanced back for a mere second and I stopped pushing her. I only froze for awhile before turning 180 degrees around and starting to walk away. She stopped swinging and looked at me in shock and confusion. I made the mistake of taking one look back to stare into her emerald pools with a look I knew all too well. With a glance towards the setting sun, she wrapped her arms around my waste, afraid I’d leave her alone like so many others. She peeked from under my arm, her eyes piercing as she reflected in my dark gaze. “You will come back?” In a small whisper, she spoke and I nodded unable to say no or even attempt to harm her any longer. “Promise,” that word was like a contract, binding me to her like an undying soldier. No longer would I harm her, nor kill her with any evil intent, only to protect her shall I harm her. She jumped in front to hug me tightly and, while in shock, I hugged her back. When I finally let her go, she skipped off towards the orange glow of the setting sun. That scene, to any superstitious person, would have been a sign of something bad to come. It seemed like she was enwrapped in flames but they did not kill her, no it was as if she was the one controlling it. Shaking it off, I walked the opposite way not knowing the destruction I had just caused.

How was I to know that they’d send others to do the job I was destined to do, though maybe it was fate to disobey? It was the evening of Halloween. Little kids ran around to stranger’s house asking for candy while I waited patiently for Brook to arrive. She appeared completely oblivious to how much everyone noticed her. With a cheery expression and a new white dress, she appeared in front of me. Emerald eyes sparkling and that white ribbon still loosely tied in her hair, she was amazingly stunning and she did not know at all. Her focus was on me and the surprise I held in my hand. “Happy Birthday,” She appeared shocked at my knowledge. “How did you know?” I handed her the black wrapped present I held in my hand instead of answering. Brook did not pester me and opened the paper. It was a journal with a neat white pen with black feathers. When she opened it there was a white rose pressed between the cover and the front page, then there was writing.

To the Angel that saved the hopeless demon,
West
She purred in delight and jumped up towards me, grabbing me in a hug. Such a tiny body, but she had so much power when she was happy. I laughed and pushed her off. “Are you going to come to my party?” I dreaded that question and had wished it would not come to me answering it. “I can’t but we will hang out tomorrow,” I don’t know why, but I guess it was something to do with hanging out with your assignment the day she is suppose to be dead. She looked so disappointed but it changed so fast I had no time to change my answer. That smile pure and happy appeared on her face. “Kay Kay, Westie,” She gave me a peck on the cheek and darted off. I was left stunned, but knowing I had made the right decision, or at least for the moment.

Five days went past, no news from Brook at all. She was gone completely vanished and I was left in the dark. Worried, I approached a large, black Iron Gate cascading over the streets of the little suburban town. Compared to all the cookie cutter houses this one sat at the very end at least a mile away from the rest. Usually it held people in awe but for some reason it seemed to frighten the people that they even barricaded the street away from it. I leapt over the gate in a panic just to meet a little black kitten with violet eyes glaring at me. She hissed and clawed me. “Go away!” Her eyes had a red flash as she spoke to me. A demon cat, but how did she get here? I dodged the violent cruel creature and opened the large wooden door. The scent was faint outside but it washed over me like a tidal wave when I entered. Death, rotting flesh, and blood were all mixing and mingling with in the air. Small child like hand prints, as red as paint, led me down the hall way. In to the living room I walked to see her. You might as well say she was dead with that look upon her face. She stared straight, petrified with horrific green eyes. I was use to death and blood so stepping over the miss matched body parts did not faze me; it was her that drew me to my knees when I finally made it. “Brooklyn, I’m so sorry,” She did not turn to look down at me but spoke hoarsely as if she hasn’t spoken in years. “I did this, I should have died but mommy…Daddy…They…and them…” She pointed to specific spots showing me who was what and what was who. “Them would not believe me, they did not understand,” Brook’s eyes flashed black and I grabbed her in a hug. “It is all over Angel. It’s done,” She cried and I picked her up as she mumbled the words evil and die. “No mommy…Daddy have to bury them,” I nodded and took her to a house I had been staying in. Her white dress was all bloody and she still grasped the bloody white ribbon in her hand along with a cross necklace. I kissed her on the forehead, grabbed the ribbon and went back to the scene of the “Accident” to get her stuff. As I finished grabbing her journal I bought her and some stuff to remember her parents including a picture frame, I decided to grab her parents as well. Out of all the bodies, theirs were actually distinguished enough to find. All night I dug and buried them. I dug three holes; One for her dad on the left side, the second one her mom on the right, and in the middle I buried the white ribbon. This to me was burying the past. I left the grave yard and went home to a broken lost little girl that’s future would be hectic but I’ll be there.

It is now twelve years later and her eighteenth birthday will be in a few days. That picture of her parents I grabbed will be her gift from me. That evil cat, Misery was her name, still hates me but she is accepts my presence. I got two angel statues and a plate made for the graves. Brook still isn’t like she use to be but I still love her and she has a temper like dynamite. She has her seven friends that love her and are willing to protect her. They don’t care for me much but they deal. As for me, she still holds me high even knowing what I am. I may not be much of a knight or handsome prince but I’ll get the job done. The one thing I wish to tell her is that I was the reason all of that happened but I’m afraid of her hating me. Hopefully one day I will. This is my story of Snow White and how she died. No not the real Snow White but just the symbolic form. She lost hope and her life crumbled but she is still my Angel. Even if Innocence was destroyed, I believe it is still there but hoping is useless now. Though that is true perhaps one day life won’t be so hopeless, in till then I reside in my own make shift hell.

DON’T TELL ME THOSE LIES

Do not claim to hold me high
Then leave me all alone,
Do not dare love me so
And give me none to hold

I wish not to be a beauty
Given so much light,
So that you can take it away
And leave me in the night

Told so many complements
Have so much adore,
But then they leave me in the cold
Waiting for some more

Why must I be just a picture
Of the perfect plan,
Then they find another
And leave me to be damned

Cursed to be the center
Of every passing glance,
Then they leave me to suffer
And I become the end

So I beg you not to hold me high
If you plan to leave,
Don’t tell me my beauty cannot compare
Or I mean everything

It truly is a lie
Soon you’ll find another,
And you’ll deny
That you ever thought me higher.

Lies, Truth, Oblivious

See through the broken glass

At the truth beyond the mask

Lies, lies, lies

Liars that stare at their reflection

Blinded by a vain admiration

They do not see what harm they do

With words so hurtful and cruel

Liars do not care for the world around them

Selfish soulless liars drenched in sin

Truth, truth, truth
A thing of the past

Just a figment that never last

Hurtful more so when it is hidden

Away from eyes so innocent

Truths do not exist

In the world you’re living in

Oblivious, Oblivious, Oblivious

To all that is around you

Do you not see what they do?

A truth so far stretched it can only be a lie

A lie so lost in words, it can only be denied

But your mind hides the facts of this

And you choose to ignore what it is

Lies, Truth, Oblivious

The mask you wear is a lie

The truth is what you deny

Oblivious to what shall happen

And yet you stay for nothing

You are an utter idiot

But that is irrelevant

For you are not mine to deal with

And that I can’t help it

My Best Friend

My best friend…No longer exists. That’s okay though, because I will never forget all that has occurred in my life. Good or bad, I regret nothing, because this was fated and I write out of a desire to make amends to a dead friend, metaphorically of course. Not just any friend but someone I depended on deeply and cared just as much for, but it is a past I mustn’t return to because it no longer exists. Sometimes I wonder if it was all a mirage, easily broken by the reality of physical desire. How sad. I guess a hopeless romantic wouldn’t understand such as that. I’m not a desperate person, just a romantic person in love with the sense of mental love minus the sexual parts. Anyhow, I probably will never understand my friend’s train of thought and I thought I was complex, but perhaps I’m just difficult. That could be it, just difficult to handle, to read, to find, and to say you’re sorry.  What a dreaded word just used to make people believe in fake sincerity, sorry. While on the subject of dreaded words, the phrase I Love You comes to mind. Usually a lie, did you know that? Most people, even knowing that, still believe it. I like love though, because it goes along with misery and misery lets me write, whether it be my own or someone else’s. Such a tendency, I have, to trail off subject. You know what I loved most about my friend, his devotion, his sense of strong and steady feelings because I believe that he always meant what he felt, now, I’m not so sure. I love nothing about my unreliable, shadow of a friend because I sense none of those good qualities that once made him my best friend. Quite, as he was, he had a lot to say and I learned to read him slightly. Not a social butterfly my little friend wasn’t, but I think god did that for a reason. It seems my lost little friend doesn’t know how to not be influenced; after all, he was influenced heavily by me. Should I of watched his actions closer as he spiraled down to an eternal hell on earth. Ah, and the fact of the matter is, it will continue to become worse for my once such a dedicated and sweet boy.  It’s fate, so I should let it be. I hope all the misery on him but not death by suicide or death period because he should live through the path we have both chosen.  You were always there, until you weren’t, and without you realizing it, I will always remain. Everything I have shown you, the love I gave you, the acceptance you needed, and the escape from your own self-pity that I replaced with the confidence you have now, say that I will remain. In a dark and shadowy part of your heart and mind, that is where I’ll be. As you flirt with a girl, make new friends, and experience so many different feelings, understand, though I wasn’t your first, I was your first in every other place that counts. I accepted you because you deserved it, at the time. I saw a good sweet boy that was in a terrible situation. I saw someone that could become something with a little push. A quite boy that never dreamed I’d notice him but God sent me to finally see you and I regret nothing. The opening of your personality is because of me and the expressing of more of my feelings is partially because of you. We have both given each other things that no one else could. I do love you, or at least who I first dreamed of you to be. When you become a player, lonely, with a horn dog of a best friend, and no steady girlfriend because you finally discovered most were bad news, I want you to read this again and realize how much of this became true. I hate that I end up being right when I wish to be wrong, and yet you still believe me to not be of right mind. I knew you thought you were in love with me and I say thought because it makes me forgive you for your uncaring and unloving gestures toward me.

With a lifted heart and a smile, I say Goodbye to you, in a kinder way because I was in a personality fence battle the first time. Remember I don’t regret you and that this is my decision, influenced by no one but you yourself. I realized it was the end when I could accept it with a smile and only a few tears. I don’t hate you; on the contrary you were a big impact on my life and my heart. I love you my dead best friend and his new shell of a life. I wish you all the misery and agony of love, betrayal, truth, and misery but mainly truth so you can learn from all the mistakes you made with me. I’ve learned from mine and will continue to think of you every once in a while when I look at that cup or my little dagger or even my own writings. The saddest part of this ending is the fact that we will meet again. Never will we escape each other no matter how high I climb or how low you fall, we will always end up back in the middle. Will I be the only one that remembers all of this or will you look at me with a smile and a sad realization. Goodbye my sweet little friend, I’ll miss you most of all and you shall be a reminder of why guys are such terrible best friends; I say that with a smile and a sense of humor.

Thank you J.C.P,

Forever in your life, A.R.B.