A Sparkling Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Juliet learns that every girl is beautiful, no matter if you think you aren't. And that suicide is not the answer to her problems, but it may be something more. And it a sparkling night for her to realize it.

Submitted: August 25, 2014

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Submitted: August 25, 2014



My eyes opened. 

I woke up to the smell of flowers. The scent made a smile cross my face. I shut my eyes again for a brief moment, breathing in the fresh air that was tinted clear. and then reopened then. I slowly got up from my resting position. I was wearing a beautiful washed out purple dress. A princess ball gown. The most incredible dress I've ever worn. It almost didn't seem fit for me to wear such an elegant article of clothing. It was far beyond than anything words could describe. 

I sat up. My hair was curled and my makeup was perfectly done. I touched my face. My braces were gone. My glasses were gone. My acne disappeared. My face was flawless. 

After examining myself and this transformation, I stood up. My legs felt a little wobbly but I managed to balance.

I peered out and around the area. It was a forest path. Darkness filled the air around me. I could only make out the silhouettes of the trees lining the sides. Something inside of me wanted to take a step forward. So I did. And I took another and another and one after that. I got closer. But as I did, light began to appear. Now, the trees were brighter. Glass jars, decorated with colors and a candle placed on the inside of each one .And colorful lanterns hung above my head. There were hundreds that covered the branches of the trees. Everything that was in darkness had become lit with color and light.

I neared the end of the lantern's magic, but the colorful jars continued to guide my way. Soon, the trees had replaced the lanterns with icicle lights that were delicately placed on the trucks of every tree. I continued to walk on. The light of the path got brighter and brighter. The elevation of the path lifted as I struggled to get to the top of the path that was now becoming a hill. 

I reached the top. A gazebo, painted in one of the most purest and prettiest whites and lined with flowers appeared in my vision. The candle jars carried on as I took it one step from the grassy, forest path onto a stone one. 

I reached the wooden stairs. I hesitated to climb them. They were so clean and elegant. I felt like I wasn't suppose to be here. This didn't feel like it was my world. I didn't feel like I deserved such a magnificent view. Everything looked right, except for me. Each lantern is structured the same way, each jar was the same brand, each icicle light had the same shimmering glow. I felt out of place. 

I eventually took my shaking foot and pressed it against the cool wood. It was like magic. 

I stood on the platform. I walked towards the edge of the rail and gazed out at a beautiful river with a canoe resting on the lakeside. Flowers filled the fields and mountains. The sun was just barely peeking out from its hiding place. This was like my Garden of Eden. 

"It's beautiful isn't it?" 

I turned around to see a young man, almost dressed like a butler coming towards me. He was tall, gorgeous brown eyes and hair. He was skinny, but not extremely. He wore a black suit and had white gloves. His voice was calm and soothing, as if I was getting put to sleep by a lullaby. 

I nodded my head to his answer.

"You know, this is a place I like to just come and gaze at the stars and the moon. And the jars create a sense of harmony with the trees. It's magic." He turned to me and smiled. "Don't you think?"

"Yeah." I rested my arms on the rails, looking at the stars.

"This night is sparkling. And you are sparkling with it. With the stars and the moon and the sky. With the lights and the lanterns and the bright glittering lake." He too rested his hands on the rail, gazing at the stars.

"I feel out of place though." I said. "You say those amazing compliments but I don't feel like it should be me wearing these clothes and walking this path and being this pretty. This isn't me. I feel like I shouldn't even exist. I feel alone and different and shunned. And I just hate being alive. I hate girls who look prettier than me and who are more confident than me! They should be the one in my place right now! I don't even deserve to walk the halls they do. I'm worthless." 

"You are not any of those things at all." He took both of my hands and pressed it to his cheek. "I see you as someone who is the complete opposite. You've convinced yourself that you are ugly and disgusting. And you have told yourself to believe these things. But are you truly?"

"I don't know." I turned to him. "Am I?"

"No. Every girl is beautiful. And every girl should be proud of who she is. And every girl deserves something special. They all should have their own sparkling night." His teeth shined in the moonlight.

"Is this mine?" I questioned. 

"It is whenever you decide it to be. But you need to be confident in who you are in order to do so." He kissed my forehead and let go of my hands. He slowly backed away.

"Wait!" I stopped. "Will I ever see you again?"

"Yes." He bowed his head and then looked to me again. "I was and always have been enchanted by you Juliet. And you will be wonderstruck to see me." He bows on one knee. "My princess." And with that he vanished into thin air.

I heard a loud pounding sound and then shaking. 

"Juliet!" I heard someone calling my name.

"Juliet!! Please wake up!" I heard sobs and strange noises.

My eyes peered open to see my mother's face filled with tears. "Mom?" 

"Oh my God! Juliet you're okay!?" She hugged me tightly. Her body felt warm.

"Mom." I returned her hug. "Where am I?" 

"The hospital!" She looked at me. "Don't tell me you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" I asked.

"That you-" She stopped. "Never mind that! What's important is that you are safe and alive and okay!" She continued to cry. "My Juliet! My beautiful daughter!"

I smiled softly. "Mom, I'm okay. I won't leave you ever again."

"O-okay." She wiped her tears away. And we both laughed for a minute until we heard a knock on the door. 

"Come in." My Mom said, brushing away her tears a bit faster.

My eyes opened wide. The boy in my dream was standing right in front of me. He had flowers in one hand and a huge teddy bear in the other. He was grinning from ear to ear.

My mouth dropped open. "Mom...?"

"Oh," She smiled. "This is the head nurse's son. He's been looking after you while you were here in the hospital."

"Huh?" I said.

"Yeah. He came in and read to you while you were unconscious." She looked at him and smiled. "Thank you Joey for everything."


"Yeah. My name." He walked towards me and set the flowers on a side table. "Hope you don't mind. I just figured all girls liked teddy bears. Chose the softest one I could find." He handed it to me.

I caressed the bear, just smiling down on it. I looked up and replied. "Thank you Joey." 

"N-no problem!!" He turned away bright red and scratched his head. 

"Hey, could you read me another book?" I asked. 

He was a bit shocked that I asked."Sure! But um is it okay? I know you and you Mom might have some catching up to do and you just woke up and everything." He persisted.

"No it's fine! Having someone Juliet's age might be a bit more comforting! And she seems interested in reading a book. I'll sit out in the hallway and talk to the doctor." My Mom proclaimed and with that she left.

I watched as he rummaged through his bag. "So what book are you going to read?" I questioned.

"A special book." He smiled. "A book I don't just read to anyone."

"Really? Then why are you reading it to me?" 

"Because, when I saw you lying there helpless, I wanted to do something. I had this urge to read to you. And I just so happened to have this book in my bag. I don't even know why I brought it. But I figured it was the least I could do. So I took out this book and read it to you while you were there." He finally took out the book and  placed it on his lap. " You were crying throughout your unconsciousness. It was enchanting. I was enchanted by you. You were so peaceful when you slept." He smiled.

"Well, I was wonderstruck to meet you!" I said without thinking.

He was surprised but regained his composure. "I know it's cliche, but I'm that type of guy." He said.

"No that's fine! I like cliches too." I proclaimed back.

"Really?" He spoke. "You like them?" 

"Yeah, I love them!" I watched as he took my hand. His hand is cooler than mine, but the contrast of heat and frigidness felt refreshing.

"What's this special book called?" I asked, but I felt like I knew the answer already.

He tightened his grip on my hand. Slowly, with his other hand, he held up the book. "A Sparkling Night."


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