Well, I am back to the dark stories. I have removed my comical story from here; it didn't really fit with my theme. The story is still published on fan fiction, just in its own story. Hope you enjoy this one and don't find it too confusing.
Mirrored Memories
The dreams haunted her, constantly plagued her, like she was a mouse hiding from a dark persistent cat.
The prince did not know of her inner turmoil, the dark thoughts that chewed away at her mind. To the prince, to all those who saw her, she was simply herself. None knew of her inner tormentor, of herself.
The mirror hung in her bedroom. Simply a mirror hanging on the wall, decorated with a gold gilded frame. Anyone who saw the mirror, who looked at the mirror simply saw an image of themselves, however they may appear to the world.
When she looked in it though, she was the past, things she would rather forget. She saw past the raven black hair and the snow white skin. Past the superficial images and into horrible memories and one particular dark wicked face.
She tried getting rid of the mirror, had held it in her hands out of a tower window, ready to et it fall to the ground and let it shatter into pieces. She had walked to the edge of the sea, prepared to throw it in and let the waves tumble it over and smooth away its glassy surface. yet each time something held her back and she would return with a whole mirror.
Her greatest fears reflected back at her in that mirror. The long hours the woman had stood before it, the anger and hate that it had caused and the dark, cold memories it caused to come flooding back.
She still had dreams of being lost in the woods, of the pig's heart laying open in the box, memories of seven men reaching fro her, touching her. Thousands of memories that caused her skin to crawl and her to shudder at the thought.
No one knew of these thoughts she had, the ones she held deep inside. The words she fought to keep back, to keep from whispering every time she gazed into the mirror.
The door was left ajar, and the room was torn apart. Lamps were knocked over and drawers thrown open with clothes strewn about. She was no where to be found anyway on the castle grounds.
A giant hole was left in the wall opposite her bed. A giant gaping mouth where a gold gilded mirror once hung.
