The untouchable Dream
Based on The Corpse Bride Movie by Tim Burton.
I loved this movie so much I wanted to give people who also adore Emily the Corpse Bride as much as me, a background story before she died and more stuff about it .
We continue to the scene where Emily realises the decision she has make at her wedding and the one face she never thought she would see again...
It was almost exactly as I pictured it.
I was so unbelievably happy at that moment, with my very own groom. I finally got to be a bride and have this magical moment and share it with people I love. I feel so complete. Now I know what my sister felt on her wedding day.
But what I didn't expect, was another bride behind a pillar staring at us, at Victor.
It was the woman I met on the balcony, where I saw Victor confessing his love for her.
And then I felt it, like a sharp knife entering through me of realisation.
His love was hers.
'Oh no, what have I done, I have taken someone from someone else.' I felt so much emotion at that moment, trying to escape me, but I held myself back, because I couldn't let Victor see me like that.
Victor asked with such concern what was wrong, as I didn't continue my vows.
I caressed his cheek to make him meet my eyes, his warmth radiated in my cold hand.
"I can't."
"This is wrong, I was a bride and my dreams were taken from me and now... I have taken someone else's"
"I love you victor but you're not mine"
I could hear my heart aching when I spoke every word, but knew this was the right thing to do.
Half heartedly, I gestured to Victoria from her hiding spot. She gasped at my action but came over with no fear and came to my side. When he said her name, I knew it was full of love, true love, and it wasn't half hearted as mine was but whole hearted.
As Victoria took my waiting hand I then took Victors and draped his over hers.
They were made for one another. And I could see it in their eyes that I was right.
"How touching (sniff sniff), I always cry at weddings" echoed a cold chilling man's voice.
The dark silhouetted man spread his arms like he was going to embrace them but clasped them together again.
"Our young lovers together at last" he said in mock joy.
'Wait, I know this voice but from where?'
"Surely now they can live happily ever after" he continued.
I tried to gather my thoughts and glanced in the man's direction to get a good look down the church hall but he was too far to be seen, besides he was coming toward us.
Victoria let out an unexpected gasp of horror beside me, as the man came closer.
"But you forget... SHES STILL MY WIFE" the man growled and his whole face illuminated in the moon light.
He snatched her away to his side binding Victoria like defenceless prey within claws.
"I WILL NOT LEAVE HERE EMPTY HANDED!"
'THAT FACE! 'And my last live moments flashed in my vision. 'He was there, there when I died.'
His eyes glared at victor for a brief moment then set on mine. He gasped.
"You..." I replied with surprise.
His eyes grew to horror. "Emily" he whispered.
You! I said a little louder towards him.
Victoria's eyes went from scared to confused, looking between him and I.
"But...I left you "
"For dead..." I found myself whisper.
This is the moment I should explain how this man ruined my life...
Chapter 1
Emily
"COME ON EMILY, WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE. SHE'S NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY WITH US IF WE DON'T SHOW!' yelled a screechy voice beyond the bedroom wall.
'Hmmmmm."
A young girl with long slick dark brown curls was lying on her side, having one of her most sweetest dreams and was rather disappointed it had to be interrupted by some horrible yelling. This young girl was me, sighing I rolled over to lie on my back and opened my eyes.
"ALRIGHT I'M UP!"
'Why..."
"It was such a beautiful dream"
"Oh well" lifting my cosy quilt of warmth and slowly and sitting upright to my feet on the waiting cold wooden floors of my bedroom.
As I met the ground in my sleepy stance, I slowly made my way towards my dressing table. As soon as my vision slightly returned to me, staring back at me in the mirror was a young woman near 17, with long dark brown hair, slender arms, small figured shoulders and a petit waist holding up her fragile frame.
"Never thought I had good parts in body type" looking over my features, "Lydia took all those" I sniffed, remembering my beautiful elder sister.
I slipped out of my bed clothes in a huff and called my trusted hand maiden to help me to get ready and dressed for the day.
"How are you doing today Miss Emily?" replied a middle age woman named Andrea who was near her 30s, beyond her years you could see she was once a beautiful young lady herself, who must of had plenty of attention in her youth. She was like a second mother to me and cared for me ever since she was born.
"I'm quite annoyed today, actually" as I thought back to my irritating Interruption.
Andrea worked her nimble fingers with ease, making neat tight knots as she skimmed through the corsets strings.
'She always had a talent for these sort things, especially with a sewing needle. She was always swift in her own perfection of embroidery'
'Is there anything she can't do' I chuckled softly.
Then I remembered my original thought returning back to my unhappy mood.
"Really, what could you be annoyed about?" Andrea asked before pausing. Then a memory briefly appeared in Andrea's mind making her start to grind her teeth together and she whispered close in Emily's ear.
"Unless it's because your aunt, had to sleep in the next room, dreadful snoring I might add, she's like a roaring train speeding a crossing" replied Andrea with a frown.
Unable hold my annoyance any longer I finally broke out in laughter "No it's not that" I giggled.
'Oh she always knew how to cheer me up' feeling a small smile form.
"But she did wake me up from it but, it wasn't her snoring" recalling that moment again.
"Oh dear Emily, not that dream you keep having since you were at Bethany's..." Andrea said in a bored tone.
"Well of course, that dream" cutting her off.
As my dream made its way back in my mind, I swirled around my room letting my skirts rustle and twirl in the same motion.
"Ohhhh, there was sweet music, flooding the hallways of a magnificent ballroom and there was dancing and laughter..."I explained excitedly then I sighed "and him..." and I closed her eyes and wrapped my arms a cross my chest.
There was a sudden silence for a few moments and then the tension soon broke.
'ohohoho ,oh my goodness, ehehehe'
I opened her eyes and turned around to find my hand maiden clutching her stomach, not in painbut from humour.
"What's – so - funny?" I Demanded.
"It's just, ehehe s'cuse me dear it's just whenever you think of that place..." She smiled so widely her cheeks resembled the colour of ripe plums.
"You have a stupid dopy look on your face complete with a... little drool at the sigh of himmmmmmmmm" replying in a sing song ton of soprano then broke in high pitch at him or maybe her attempt of soprano anyway.
Andrea turned back her head to look back at her lady's expression and found her not amused but not angry either.
It almost took every ounce of control I had to keep my face to be composed but I think I managed hide it.
To change the subject I straightened up my posture and smoothed the remaining crinkles of my skirts near my waist and found my voice again.
"Oh be quiet Andrea...'"I snapped , a little upset I was interrupted with my hand maiden's hoarse laughter.
"I didn't mean to offend you dear,embracing me from behind "but you made it sound like a fairy tale dream, I almost waited for the unicorns to ascend, but then there's no such thing."
"Anyway please come back here, so can I please finish with the next garment of your dressing" as she guided me back in view of the dresser mirrors.
Once I was dressed I couldn't help but admire the details to my dress's lilac silk shine and the white satin gloves masking my true skin colour.
'Was this my sister's silly idea to make me happy' wiping a few small droplets escaping my eyes with the back of my glove.
"Oh dear" as I noticed I just made a wet spot on my glove unknowingly.
'Never mind nobody will notice' and looked back at the dress.
"She always remembered I liked lilac" twirling my dress as if I were ten all over again, dancing in father's garden. I couldn't help but let a sly smile escape my lips as I applied a pale pink coat to her lips.
"ARE YOU DRESSED AND READY DEAR, THE CARRIAGE IS ABOUT TO ARRIVE!" Yelled the shriek again.
"YES!" I yelled back.
"Thanks Andrea got to go, wish me luck" grabbing my bouquet from the side table and darting out of the room.
'Geez sometimes I wonder how we are related' I thought as I met my doom outside, I ran fast as I could down the hallway clutching to my matching lilac shoes in my right and a small assorted bouquet of white roses, lilies and baby's breath in the other then finally made my way down the stairwell.
'The faster I get there, the sooner it will all be over.'
"Finally" whined the high pitched voice as I made my final step outside. She was a short stout woman with an even shorter length of patience and always carried a black lace fan in her hand.
"When I was told you were having trouble sleeping I didn't believe them, when you were constantly smiling like...like ...well" she creased her forehead in frustration.
"Like what" I challenged.
"Never mind we got to go" as she caught my right hand and half rushed and dragged me to the waiting carriage.
Once we were settled in, the door slammed shut and we were off, off to the wedding.
So here I was sitting in the carriage with one of her least favourite people in the world Aunt Matilda.
"Goodness young lady you are soooo... as my aunt looked me up and down to my dainty shoes, "you are so gravely thin. What are they not feeding you? Or are they trying to hide food from you? You should really get a better adult to feed you right, I mean honestly Emily" Aunt Matilda addressed rather rudely with no glint of remorse of her words.
"I am fed just fine thank you very much" I almost shouted, then dropped my tone and was relieved to what I saw out the window "now we're here".
"I hope you didn't inherit that mouth from your mother Emily" she retorted back.
"My mother doesn't have my personality, but does have a hand in my love of music as well as father" I replied.
"I didn't mean that one" snorted Aunt Matilda and walked off to the stairs of the church, flapping her lace fan in a blur within her hand.
END OF CHAPTER
Note from writer: obviously I'm new at writing my own fiction and it's my first one too. My inspiration to make this story is from corpse bride movie, my favourite character was Emily, I expected her to scary and evil but she wasn't, just the exact opposite. I wanted to find out more about her when she was alive and had many questions about her back story so I decided to write one in honour of her character and I promise I'll do my best to do her character justice.