Into the looking glass

This story is about a personal experince I had a couple of weeks ago. :) Comment if you wish to, I hope its not scary or revolting. O.o

 

 

God child, do you not understand? 

I have already died on the inside.

Long since lost, and bearing the shame for all to see.

I am beautiful, only to be chosen for the worst fate.

There is no reason you see; to pray for me.

 

 

I picked up the brush and looked into the mirror.

'I have grown up so beautiful' I thought while twirling a look of hair between my fingers, 'although, my eyes do look unbearably old'.

I have been standing in front of my rooms mirror for quiet some time now, looking at my face searching for signs of aging upon my young living face.

I crack a smile to seem friendly with the girl looking back into my soul; but I see crows feet forming underneath my eyes, seeing this makes me immediatly drop my smile and scowl into the mirror bringing my fingers to touch my eyelids I scowl at the girl looking back at me.

'I may be beautiful, but I am gorgeous in the least'.

Thinking this brings my mind back to the hugarian nightmares, and I look down at the beautifully laced red book upon the pillows of my bed and wonder, I see its balck thorns of lace and red roses and think, 'This is color of immortal power?'.

I think of the events and I can feel my blood begin to rush like wind through my veins.

My eyes light up like sapphire diamonds in the sky and I can feel them twinkle as I run my fingers across the pages and I remember the story of this medieval nightmare.

I sense the corner of my lips curl up into a sweet smile, as if I was holding a baby in my arms.

'Does the bounty of human blood really bring eternal beauty? Could blood rituals really work?' As I thought about this I found myself taking a safety pin in my right hand and pricking a tiny hole into my left wedding finger.

I felt a sharp but breif pain that made me flinch a little, then a powerful warmth took over me as a flower of blood blossomed upon the top of my finger.

I looked into the mirror and smiled darkly in triuamph.

'Yes,' I thought. 'This is power.'

 

 

 

Reviews

[Draven]

Well, it's pretty interesting. But blood has been proven to have nothing to do with reducing the aging process. It really has no effect. This piece was really discriptive, I felt like I was there. But I must say, please don't be doing that dumb emo sort of crap.

[Angela ☄️]

XD I don't do that sort of 'emo' crap, so no worries... however I'm glad you liked it. :)

[The 13th Eros]

There is so much in this world that is hidden from view... beyond the looking glass. Your haunting encounter unfolds some of those temptations that can lure us deeper into shadows. Well done.

[Angela ☄️]

I absolutely love your comment. ^-^ I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[The 13th Eros]

Thank you for writing something so truly amazing.

[Lover Of Words]

What a great story Nice job my friend!!!!!

[Angela ☄️]

Haha.. lol. Thanks! ^-^

[Rob Santana]

Damn good story. Your choice of words were excellent. Are you planning on continuing the story? I would love to read more.

[Angela ☄️]

Yes. ^-^ Actully I am... I might even add chapters to it as well and make it a full length novel.

[Rob Santana]

Cool! Well I look forward to reading it.