The Ermine's Blot

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

A story about an imperfect girl in a perfect family, and how a sudden transformation literally changes her world... When nothing, in the end, is really different. Originally a creative English essay.

The Ermine's Blot

I stared into the mirror. I am beautiful, I thought, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t what was on the outside that mattered, but the inside. It was midnight, and the window was open to the starry night. I walked to the window, leaning my elbows on the window pane and staring at the bewitching moon. Everything around me was beautiful. Everything was shining except for me. Why? I had grown up in a grand place. Shouldn’t it make sense that I be divine as well? I hated seeing the disappointed look in my parents eyes whenever they looked at me, the ink blot staining their perfect family of perfect people.

I sat back down, and watched the full moon slowly crawl through the night sky. As it rose, rays of moonlight slowly crept into the room, washing over me with a ghostly light. By the time the moon reached the peak of the sky, I was fully bathed in moonlight. That was when the first wave of pain hit me.

It was the truest pain I had ever felt. My body was on fire, and I felt like I was being forced into a tiny, no, minuscule, crate. The very pores on my skin were being opened up by the inferno, and thin hairs skewered me as I watched white fur burst out. I felt as if the air itself was pushing so hard on me, I could barely breathe. My muscles contracted, and I fell to the ground, convulsing.

But physical pain wasn't the only pain I was burdened with. The privacy of my mind felt like it was being invaded, like cold, twisting fingers of mist were creeping across, leaving nothing behind but the image of a clouded, yet clearly full moon. I faintly remembered just moments ago when I gazed up at the moon, admiring its beauty. Now I cursed it, as if that would keep it and the pain away from me. At that moment, there was nothing I wouldn't do or give to get rid of the pain.

Then suddenly, when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the pain exploded through me with renewed intensity. I felt as if I was literally melting, the blazing tongues of flame endlessly consuming me. I could feel my body bending under the will of some greater power, shaping me into something I wasn't, making stout legs out of my arms, and stretching out a tail where there was none. I could have been burning for years for all I knew, before the fire was abruptly extinguished, and the pain ceased. It was all my shocked mind could register as I lay there on my side for what seemed like hours, my eyes closed, panting heavily.

When all the last traces of pain were gone, my eyes fluttered open, and my mind became numb. Shut down. Because what I was looking at was absurd. Was I looking at an enlarged version of the world? Or was I shrunken? Nothing made sense. So I did what seemed logical. I screamed, and screamed, and screamed. But the only sound I heard was several long, high-pitched squeaks. It was a full minute before I realized that the sound was coming from me. From me! I had lost the ability to speak properly? This was impossible. The whole thing must’ve been a dream. At least that was the best my muddled mind could come up with.

I got up, confident in my belief –or hope, rather –that I was still human, and that is when I realized exactly what happened to my body. It had a different shape. With horror, I twisted around, and where I should have seen a reassuringly human backside, I saw a snow-white pelt, accompanied by a white hind leg and a swishing, bushy, black-tipped tail. I watched, mesmerized, as the tail swung back and forth, back and forth. A minute passed. Then two. And then I lunged at the tail, biting down on it with small, sharp teeth. Pain shot through me as I felt the tail and found the connection between it and my – no, the animal’s – body. I knew the tail was part of me now. But I had to confirm the fact that I had turned into something inhuman, because this was impossible. Wasn't it?

I trotted to the mirror. Trotted. I had to stand on my hind legs and stretch to reach the chair, and then drag myself up to look into the mirror. And even though I had expected it, what I saw still shocked me.

Well, I thought dryly, At least I'm pretty. And I was. I was a beautiful, elegant ermine. I had silky fur, white as new snow, soft as clouds. Cute, beady black eyes stared right back at me. Little pink paws. I was one hundred percent ermine on the outside. Yet, I was still me. My mind somehow mixed with the ermine’s body. My mind, which I knew was controlled by the human part of me, because my thoughts still lingered on my family.

I was pure white, perfect and angelic. Perhaps my parents might even like me better like this. I continued admiring myself, when the tail caught my eye again. Black-tipped, marring the white. Stained with ink.

I was still the blot.


Submitted: September 21, 2012

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