Just a little something that's been swirling in my head for a while. This is Rosalie's story so you already know it's a bit dark. Twilight isn't mine. Neither are any of the fairytales/fables mentioned. Enjoy.
It's a sick thing we do, teaching our children to believe in fairytales. Fairytales tell us that a man who makes you laugh and tells you you're beautiful must be Prince Charming. The Villain is easy to spot. He's wearing a black cape and twirling his mustache. The true villain, the one who destroys you, the one from the story where the good guys don't win and the Princess doesn't have her happy ending? He's charming, smart, funny, and damn is he handsome. He makes you feel alive and beautiful and loved. He's too good to be true.
And so our little girls walk the dark and dangerous streets of reality and see only enchanted meadows and magical castles. Their naivete is a blindfold. But a child should be a child for as long as possible, you say. Let them believe the fairytales for a bit longer. Well most people live their entire lives in this haze. God, how I wish I could still believe in Happily Ever After, but that belief is precisely what destroyed me.
He was handsome and brilliant and oh, how he spoiled me!
He broke me. He betrayed me. He battered me.
He was made for me. He was perfect. He was my future.
He raped me. He laughed at me. He kicked me when I was down.
He was my heart. We would start a family. We would grow old together.
I was destroyed. I wanted to die. How could I be such a fool?
I saw Prince Charming in his brilliant white smile, in his smiling eyes. He opened doors for me. He bought me pretty things. Isn't that what sweethearts do? Sweethearts don't break or smash or kick or sneer or grope or force or hurt. They don't toss you aside like trash. I had fallen for a villain after all. My life had been pink and satin and rainbows and babies and love and friends. Then it was the smell of whiskey, sewer water, the sting of pavement on my cheek. And before the cold grip of death dragged me away I waved goodbye to the Princess I'd thought I'd been.
Now my fairy tale is black. The illustrations are scribed in blood. There is a blood on a hotel room wall. HIS blood. The princess' ball gown is a blood-stained wedding gown. I am the dragon, come to slay the knight in shining armor. Goodbye Prince Charming. I've outgrown this fairytale.
But I'd forgotten that every fairytale has it's teeth and claws. Every happy ending comes with a price. I'd forgotten that the princess getting knocked on her ass and in to reality is what the stories are all about. They are about pain and blood and loss. The greater the struggle, the greater the reward. And damn if I haven't earned the ultimate Happily Ever After.
He is bleeding to death. He is as big as the bear that destroyed him. He is a boy in a man's body. He is happiness and hope and light. He is so very human, but I don't keep him that way. The thing that I have become would eat Prince Charming alive. This Beauty needs a Beast and I have found him. I have earned my Happily Ever After with my own blood and tears, and I have come to collect.
He is charm. He is strength. He is love.
I am anger and regret. But I am also hope.
He is no Prince Charming and I am no Sleeping Beauty.
We wear our black capes and twirl our mustaches. I have the pen now. I live in the dark forest. Big Bad Wolf? My what big teeth I have.
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