Fiarytale Ending

“Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there lived in a castle a king and queen – Yeah yeah yeah! We all know the story: the king and queen have a daughter, who is cursed in some way, shape or form, and then her handsome prince comes to rescue her and they live happily ever after. Yes, Abigail, we all know that you are still waiting for your Prince Charming to rescue you, well GET OVER IT! It’s never going to happen!”

I snapped shut the book of fairytales angrily, glaring at the group of four and five year olds staring reproachfully up at me. It was all their fault. Their fault that they had the gift of imagination, when I did not. No, I had the gift of common sense, and what use is that when you can’t believe anything that you don’t know exists? It was a hindrance, a curse to me, and I hated whatever supernatural being had given it to me.

The bell rang, and the children grabbed their bags and ran out, all except one. Abigail lingered in the doorway, seemingly unsure of whether to stay or go. I forced myself to swallow my anger, instead grabbing my bag and storming past her. I was about to open the door to the outside, when a small voice spoke behind me.

“Suva?”

I turned slowly. There was no one there.

“Everyone gets a happy ending, you know, even those without imagination.”

The voice was childish, playful, but sad.

“SHUT UP!” I screamed at the ceiling, unwilling to start a conversation about my disfigurement. There was no answer. I reached out to open the door, but the handle refused to turn. The lights spluttered out above me. I turned back to where the voice had come from. I screamed.

A young woman was standing where Abigail had been moments before. Although many years older, the woman could have been Abigail’s twin, they were so alike. Both had long, sunshine blonde hair and bright blue eyes, both had creamy skin and delicate features. The one difference was their clothes – while Abigail had been dressed in school uniform, the woman was wearing a wide necked white dress with wide sleeves.

“Adeline! What a pleasant surprise!” My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I myself changed back into my former, immortal self. I didn’t need a mirror to see my green tinged skin, jet black hair and constant sneer. I let lose an evil cackle.

“It is you! Suva, you can still be saved!” Adeline pleaded.

“Everyone gets a happy ending!” I repeated mockingly. In an instant I was in front of her, one long claw reaching out and slotting under her chin. Adeline flinched as the sharp nail dug into her skin.

“Suva! Send me back! Let our feud lie! Save yourself!” I ignored her, my thin, spidery fingers creeping round her neck.

“Not everyone gets a happy ending, Adeline!”

I squeezed.

“Not everyone gets a happy ending,” I repeated, as she struggled to loosen my ever tightening grip.

Not everyone gets a happy ending,” I repeated again, as the life left her eyes.

Throwing the corpse down made me feel strong, refreshed, renewed – but with a tinge of guilt.

Deep down inside, at the bottom of my cold blackened heart, I felt it.

I had just murdered my sister.