I flick through the pages of photos of me and my family from when I was younger. Memories flood my mind when I see the one of me from when I was four, dressed in a blue Cinderella dress, a silver tiara placed on top of my chocolate coloured brown hair and plastic creamy flats on my feet. I used to want that life, dream of it even. I dreamed of me in silky coloured gowns, long stunning hair, crystal tiaras. I thought of Princesses locked in towers surrounded by mythical dragons, waiting for their handsome Princes to rescue them. But all my magical dreams fell to pieces later on.
Tears come to my eyes when I think of her. Her golden hair, innocent blue eyes, a smile that could light up a room and a personality that could make a room full of crying people laugh, if only for a second. It all started at her fifth Birthday party. I was eight at the time. I close my eyes as they the day comes to mind, clear as day.
Her favourite cake was clutched tightly in my hand on a creamy coloured tray. Chocolate with white chocolate flakes sprinkles in the icing, her name written in cream. 'Happy Birthday Prim!' I knocked on her door, "Prim," I called. "Are you up?" That was a stupid question, of course Prim will be up. She always is.
I don't get any answer, I assume that she is still sleeping. I open the door softly. "Prim?"
There she is, sleeping softly. Only, she's not curled up in her bed. She's lying on the floor, tears cutting their way through her porcelain skin. I drop the cake, the tray clattering to the ground. I rush over to her side. "Prim?" I try to shake her. She doesn't respond, worry shoots through me, I find it hard to breathe. I put my head to her chest, checking for a heartbeat. Silence.
"Primrose!" I scream, shaking her wildly with tears clouding my vision and falling to the ground. "Prim! Wake up!" She doesn't, of course.
That's when my Mum and Dad enter the room, Worry etched on their faces. "What's wrong?" Mum asks. Dad spots Prim and rushes down stairs. Probably to call an ambulance.
"I have some bad news," The Doctor says. This is not how I wanted to spend Prim's Birthday. Sat in uncomfortable chairs, waiting to hear if she's alive or... or dead.
"What's wrong with my daughter?" Dad demands, jumping out of his seat.
"She's in a coma. One she will never wake up from."
Dad sits back down slowly and Mum burries her face in his shoulder. Sobs wracking her body. I don't think of the consequences of about what I do next, all I know is that my little sister is dead and I'm finally going crazy. I stand up from my seat and start yelling and crying at the same time. "PRIM!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "PRIM WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED YOU!"
"PRIM!" I crumble to the floor as the reality hits me, I'm never going to hear a reply again. "My Little Duck," I whisper.
After that day, every thing fell through my fingers like sand. We moved house since nobody could be there knowing that its where she died. Mum and Dad split up, the loss took a strain on their marriage and I was left in the hands of Mum who had fell into a deep depression, I haven't seen my Dad in nine years. I'm seventeen now and although it'll never happen.
I'm still waiting for a Prince to save me from this tower...
I'm not going to lie, I cried whilst writing that. Anyways, did you like it? Hope you did.
~ Daretodream4444 xoxox