A Chapter to Skip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A long time author finds a way to enter the world of fairy tales, until her desire becomes addiction and...

“Have you dived?” He removed his leaning hand from the shelves and asked me as if he was looking for something more than just an answer. “No.” I answered, first uncertain, but then it came back to me like a figment of some dream that I had and lost. “Yes, I dived. And I died. And it happened again.” And there I was, explaining something that I couldn’t understand myself, “you asked me, we didn’t risk it. We took our time. You guys helped me. Huge progress, but still failed. But I learned how to dive. It just didn’t work. Now you’re asking me again. And this time…” I paused. Sabrina and Elliot felt the beat. They paid close attention to what I wanted to say next. “This time I know how to get there!”

I grew up listening to fairy tales before bed. There are dozens and I can tell you a thousand. Little experiences that can lay the foundation of something so great to become a world. They come from another world where magic is real and reality is happy. I can’t say for sure if I ever made a wish to meet any fairy tale character, but when Sabrina came to me with the idea, I couldn’t turn it down. At first it seemed like a theory that some persistent scientists were desperate to put it into practice. They invited me over. Turned out they needed a subject, a guest as they called it, to test their invention. And who was better than someone with a palace of stories in her mind?

Here it was, a strange cup of tea. And I don’t like tea, I mean science. But it was free and they seemed very eager. Honestly it was in Sabrina’s eyes. She looked at me and said please! She is like a sister to me. We were roommates. Two different worlds that felt each other. She had this whole impression... a sea of hope in her eyes that I couldn’t let dry. She wanted me to Dive and look for hope. And that’s what I did. Believe me or not I found more than just hope. Deep beneath that sea, I surfaced into another place where I saw things that only happen in the imaginary world. But I saw them in flesh… everyone. I don’t know how they did it. Was it something about the establishment, the decoration, was there something in the tea, something to do with my subconscious mind, did they hypnotize me? I don’t know. I’m a storyteller and imagination is my strongest suit, my torch in the darkness, my shield, my sword, my magical wand. And I can tell you it was not my imagination!

I take a sip of their magical brew and suddenly water appears, flowing in from all directions, breeding chaos. Everything is sinking within a moment. And I’ll be floating shortly. Only this time I know what’s going to happen. I’m not gonna sit there and let the water take me. I’ll take the water! I hop on the table before it gives in to the water and lose my coat, tuck my hairs behind my ears and pull in a deep long breath. Then I dive. Now I must hit the floor. The water has not soared that high yet. But as soon as I dive, as soon as I breach the surface and immerse below, I’m no longer bound by the rules of the ordinary world. I swim towards the depths. The deeper I go, the darker it must become. But it’s brighter and the darkness drifts aside as I reach to break the surface on the bottom. The rays greet me kindly. They pair up with the water and dance on the waves to create a delightful oceanic blue and bright dye. You see that and you just want to embrace it. And as I do, I meet the fresh air that’s synthesized with the fragrance of morning. It’s chill and life-giving. It works like a tranquilizer on me. I loosen my body and let the waves carry me to the shore. It’s like riding a carriage on a rugged ground, only you don’t ride it. You just lie down on the roof and enjoy watching the sky. This happens and I cannot help but smile. I feel happy and I feel it rooting from my soul!

“JANE.” I hear someone crying out my name. A tensely low, squeaky-pitched voice of a young female. I don’t even bother looking. I know exactly who she is. I hear the water wildly splashing. She makes her way to me in such a hurry as if I need saving. “Good morning, Rapunzel.” I greet her and widen my smile and allow the waves to bring me closer without breaking a sweat. “Catch my hair!” She shouts. I’m startled when a thick rope of golden hair falls down on me a second later and I squeal. It spreads over me like the tip of a brush. I grab them and laugh. She pulls me to the shore with her tangled hair. I slowly feel the tingle of sands at the sole of my feet. She collects me like the wreckage of a ship from the water and brings me to the solid ground. And I have no intentions of getting up because I am still busy laughing. Is it the aftereffects of the tea? I don’t care as long as it makes me feel better. “You’re awfully happy. You know, don’t you?” She looks down on me and asks with a smile. “Know what?” I giggle without taking her question into account. Her hair is all over me and I still have my hands clutch into them. It seems rude but I keep them close. I laugh and all she does is shine down her gorgeous face onto me. She stretches a graceful smile, “you look lovelier than ever.” She says. “Come with me. The others are waiting.” She turns around and walks her way off the shore, expecting me to follow her. I get up. I’m in such a great mood that I even thank the water for carrying me. I feel heavy for all the water my clothes have been drinking. I see Rapunzel ahead of me while her hair drags behind near my feet. And I see the girls who are waiting on the natural green carpet past the shore. I wave for them cheerily and take a moment to roll my pants up and remove my vest. Unbinding the suspenders shakes my shirt loose, encouraging me to get out of it and let it hang from my waist. It’s only my fairy tale girls in the distance and I fear no pervert. They welcome me warmly with wide arms. Every time it feels so new it’s like my first time. And I’ve been here over twenty times, I think. But they never gathered up here. I used to meet them in the forest, or inside that comfy cottage. I ask them and they start whispering between themselves. My happy face falters a bit as mystery enters the air, and I wonder until Snow White steps forth to tell me something. Something that erases my smile. Something that if I knew, would make me take a moment to think before diving headfirst into the water. I mock them for being bad liars, terrible jokers. They say nothing and let me see it in their eyes. They’re telling the truth and I don’t wanna believe it. “Your friend warned you about the next time you were going to drink the tea.” Says Beauty with such a face that only a doctor would make when tells you that you have an incurable sickness. Tension roots in me like an ominous tree. I can sense the shock appearing on my face. My chest cannot withstand the thrill of what they just told me. It’s hard to believe. I don’t want to believe it! I fearfully deny what they say and assume all of it to be a trick. I know that’s just me trying to avoid the truth, because it is so hard for me to believe… believe that I’m dead!!!

“Jane, listen.” Says Rose. They stay quiet and let me focus. I concentrate and hear voices winding around my head, echoes from beyond or beneath. Like a dream that’s only sound and has no image. I hear Sabrina’s voice. She’s overwhelmed by fear. She’s calling my name. I hear other voices in the back, people who are trying to check me for vitals. ‘She had a pulse… but it’s gone!!’ Sabrina’s voice shakes. Her tune breaks. I hear her crying. I can feel it, but it’s not something I can reach for. She feels my face. I can tell that she’s supporting me from the side. I reach for my own face to see if the feeling is right. The girls look at me worried, wanting to help. But what help can I use? I collapse. Cinderella rushes to me. I can feel her alright and it eludes me from understanding my death. “We had to tell you that when you’re going to sleep, you won’t wake up anymore.” Cinderella whispers to me with a sorry tone of voice. I see it in their eyes. They’re all sad. I dived, I died. I sacrificed fact for fantasy. And as Cinderella rubs my arm and Snow White comes to give me a hand to lift me from the ground, I start wondering how I must face it.


Submitted: May 18, 2021

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