Beneath the Golden Dress
(a cringe story-writing project I worked on in 11th grade)
It started with the curse then everything went downhill. But I would never have thought I would find someone like her. I thought it would be another one of those uninvited guests. But somehow, she was different. I expected her to leave like the others; all they see was a hideous monster, but she saw differently. She was truly a divine blessing.
There she was. I watched her beautifully as she goes down the stairs with her dazzling golden dress, an angel. She raised her hands gracefully and we began to dance around the spacious ball. It was us. All alone. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up even if it will take me to be a monster forever. She was just a girl who I accidentally met and I am a monster. No one would believe such story like that. What did she see in me? Has she not receive the spell of that witch? Emma came closer to me and whispered to my ears, “I am sorry, Jacque.”
Thoughts and doubts popped up again on my mind. It was supposed to be a special moment. I thought she loved me as who I am. Perhaps, I really am just a hideous monster to her. I let go of her hand and finally thought of letting her go.
“It’s okay, Emma.” I replied with my deep voice. She hugged me and cried for forgiveness. I did not know what she meant, mixed of emotions filled my heart.
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She stood up and her appearance changed into someone I met before; someone, I will never forget. I felt rage for a moment and tried to calm myself down in front of the girl I thought was the one.
“How could you?!”, I said with fury.
“It’s been you all along? You made me suffer for years and I have suffered long enough! Take me back!”, I added while walking to the terrace.
“I can’t.”, she replied with her eyes full of regret.
Emma was the witch. She cursed me. My tears fell down the shiny floor. She knelt and begged.
“I was requested by your own brother to turn you into a beast but there was nothing I could do. My magic is too powerful and is only for him alone. I wish I could but there is no other way I could redo such spell.”, Emma explained looking down and crying.
“What did I do to have this curse?!”, I exclaimed, beginning to sound like a real monster. It started to rain and lightning stroked my window.
“You were his enemy. He had to remove you out of the kingdom. He wants to be the King.” she explained as I scratched the door with my claws.
“Perhaps, there’s only one way to remove the curse.”, I whispered and stared at her.
I forcefully grabbed her hand and pushed her down the window. She fell and died. I forgot who I was. I was the villain.
“I had to be the King, Emma.”, I said to myself while I turned back to my original form and prepared to go back to the Kingdom.
