--Skin Deep--

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
She stood in the doorway of the crumbling Victorian house. She, who had been in my dreams so many times before.

Submitted: February 24, 2013

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She stood in the doorway of the crumbling Victorian house. She, who had been in my dreams so many times before.  Her beauty was so vivid and brilliant; it was almost hard to look at her. An old crystal chandelier cast bits of sparkling light on her face as she walked towards the window. Her slim, graceful fingers pull the faded lace curtains back. As she gazed out the window at the glowing setting sun, the breeze tousled her long, silky auburn curls.

I stood silently, afraid that if I moved she would disappear. I drank in her smooth, porcelain skin and finely chiseled features. Her long, lithe legs and firm, full breasts underneath the pale pink lace dress that skimmed her curves. And her most stunning feature, luminescent, emerald green eyes framed by long, thick lashes. She turned and looked at me, locking those magnificent eyes with mine.

“Do you believe?”  she said in a low, husky voice.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words were caught in my throat. I wordlessly nodded at her, not at all sure what she was asking but wanting to please her.

Her expression was very serious, as if the weight of her question was great. “My beauty has launched a thousand ships, started wars, lured great men into the depths of depravity, and corrupted my own soul with the power I held. Men have killed one another to possess me and women have killed one another to be me. Do you believe?” her voice growing louder and more impassioned as she spoke.

I looked intently at her and breathlessly took a step forward, reaching up to touch her face. Instead of soft, warm flesh my fingers met cold, hard glass. Shocked, I sharply drew my breath and took a step back. Suddenly a small crack splintered across the spot on her cheek that I had touched; the sound of glass cracking. Her brilliant eyes never left mine, as a small shard of the glass fell to the floor and broke. I squinted my eyes, looking closer at the crack. It appeared that beneath the glass, it was only dark and hollow.

I suddenly knew the answer, although I did not truly understand the question. “No, I do not believe.” I said with conviction.

Shock shot like lightning across her face. Suddenly long cracks splintered across her skin from the spot in her cheek. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as the fractures fragmented her lovely face into a thousand pieces.  Tears filled her wide eyes as pieces of her skin started to fall, splintering on the floor. She opened her rosebud lips to scream, but they quickly disintegrated. The shards were porcelain white on one side and glossy black on the other.

She tried to raise an arm, but her fingers fell off in small pieces. I watched stunned as her body collapsed into large chunks of glass around her feet. As quickly as it started it was over, leaving nothing but a pile of shiny black glass on the floor.

Without my belief, my beauty was no more.


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