The ball went just as everyone said it should. The royal couple danced and interacted as if they actually liked each other. Ariel was stuck remembering the days when Eric was a nice person. That was before he had found out she was a mermaid and had a giant killer sea witch trying to buy her life. She saw grace, one of her best friends, and tried to escape the conversation she was in, to go talk to her. She did eventually and her friend greeted her warmly. "So who do you have your eye on, miss Grace?" Ariel was curious for she hadn't caught up with her friend in a while, due to guests. "Prince Joseph is a catch!" Grace was batting her eyelashes at the Prince now, much to the dislike of Coral. Ariel observed her gaining Joseph's attention by dancing for him again. "I need to go. Let me catch up with you later." Ariel left and dragged Coral away from the ego filled Prince. "We need to talk about how you got mute." It wasn't a question and Ariel forced the girl to spill all that had happened to her. Shock filled Ariel's face. "The Black sea, you say? Oh my!" Ariel quickly left the ball room, her thoughts filling up her brain and spilling out her ears. One thing was there and then another wasn't. Eric caught her arm as she was hurrying out. "Dear, the party has only just started." Eric was smiling sweetly, but the four girls on his arm lead her to know it wasn't true. "Get off me before I brake you."
Coral's story ran through her head over and over, like a truck accelerating then backing up again repeatedly. She had sold her voice to a sea witch. She went for the Prince. Prince Joseph. Glass. Walking on glass would be what it felt like. Why hadn't she seen the similarities? Yet, it wasn't the same as hers. Why? What could happen differently? Splash. What was that? Splash. Outside, on the balcony. Voices too. She walked towards the voices and saw the silhouette of Coral on the balcony making violent hand gestures. Wait a second. Ariel had heard this story before somewhere and if she knew it correctly she would know what is out there and what they are saying. She tuned her ears to the vacant sound. "Take the dagger! Please!" It was then Ariel woke up.
Whatever had happened, she didn't remember. All she could hear were those voices in her head, but where she was didn't match her memories. The bleach white floors and walls of the hospital were cleaner then she could ever think. What had happened? She turned to her side to see the Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson beside her table. She rolled over and felt a sharp pain in her head. Apparently when she was talking to grace a drunk Eric cam up behind her and smacked her in the head with a platter. So the whole Coral thing had just been a dream? Luckily, Coral was the first one in to see her. "Coral, I need to ask you something." Coral sat on her bed and looked at her inquisitively. "Read this book." She handed over her book and Coral took it gingerly. It was then that Eric walked in. Shooing Coral away, he stood at the end of her bed. "Look I'm really sorry-" "Eric, don't even start. You gave me a COMA Eric. That is really serious. You know what I don't even care what the kingdom thinks. We re getting a divorce." Eric began to protest. "Look, if it helps I hit myself in the head after. You know what, I will try. I won't go out and get drunk any more Ariel, please give me another chance. I want to be with you and after last night, seeing you unconscious, I want to make it up to you. let me try again." The nurse came in and Ariel was speechless.
Whatever happened when she was out wasn't good. Grace and Joseph had gotten much closer, much to Ariel's dislike. She didn't want to see her best friend off with some weirdo-ego-tastic-man. Especially since Coral was already floundering over him. When Ariel heard the news she wasn't to happy either. "Marriage is a huge thing, grace. Are you sure?" The smitten girl nodded and tried to tell her that it was a good idea. The wedding was two months away. She had to brake them up before two months time, and fight off Eric's mad pleas for forgiveness. Here's one now, she thought as a dozen roses were sent through her door with the message of 'I love you, give me a chance.' Wait hold that thought. Chocolate roses. Nice Eric, nice.
Authors note
Sorry this is a really short chapter.
I have to manage my time better, now I have two stories going at once. its hard for a beginner
But any way
I promise that the next one will be longer
pinky promise ;)