I am posting a few more chapters tonight, all beta'd by Sunflower Fran and NanStew.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.
Chapter 1
The last glimmer of light is often obliterated by the rapidly falling darkness. Without much notice, the darkness surrounds me, much like the sight behind my closed lids.
I feel the night air as it faintly brushes against my skin, and the trees sway beautifully, protecting me from the heat of the setting sun. A stretch of blackness blankets the sky and stars twinkle up ahead shining in a merry way. With eyes closed to block out the changes in the sky, a smile makes its way to my face as it often does.
See, I enjoy the darkness, where all imperfections can be hidden… where my imperfections can be hidden.
Blinking eyes make way to the sight of the pictures that are my imagination's creations. This is reality, and the sight before me is beautiful. I wish I were as beautiful... and maybe I am. At least on the outside. I'm as wondrously beautiful as the salmon-colored sky morphing to dark purple as the sun descends making way for the bright moon. On the inside, however, there's only darkness. That's why I can relate. I can relate to the peace the night sky brings the town, because as sad as it seems, the darkness inside of me is also comforting. It has been my constant, whereas, nothing else has ever been. It sticks around, while everyone else leaves. Darkness never leaves. I can close my eyes, and I'm there again, swimming in my ocean of deep-sea darkness.
I blink up at the brilliant sky, noting how the jet-black atmosphere envelopes the town quite like it has enveloped my heart, turning it to burning coal. But there is some good. Just as the ocean of black sky has luminous stars that flicker wonderfully up above, there's also a brightness within me always at the surface threatening to burst out, to show me that my darkness can be beautiful. I can make it beautiful just as the stars adorning the spacious sky.
Do I want that?
Do I want my outer beauty to seep inside?
Do I dare take the risk?
Just as my mind begins to concoct an answer, my phone pings with a text.
Leaning back against the hood of my car, I take out my phone holding it at eye level as I read the text from an unknown number.
Hey, Princess. -Unknown
I stare for a while trying to figure out who this person might be, but I come up blank.
Hi. -Me
I quickly reply hoping to have an answer soon. My phone pings with a text and in a flurry, I tap to read the message. In my clumsy rushed acts the phone to falls down across my face.
Ouch!
Rubbing the sore spot as I adjust myself in my laying position I read the message carefully.
Sorry, I think I texted the wrong number. -Unknown
Nothing comes after that and as sad as it sounds, I miss this stranger's random text. Honestly, I just want to know who this person is and who this 'Princess' is.
I want to be someone's Princess. I want to be considered special to someone. Letting the darkness consume me forever is not particularly a dream of mine.
No, wait ... come back! I can be your Princess. -Me
I reply and smile because it sounds like something I'd say even if this weren't to a complete stranger. I'm always this weird.
Lol. I'm sure you don't want to be my little sister. That's who the text is for. -Unknown
I smile again at the response. Does this mean this stranger is single and doesn't think I'm being completely weird?
Don't stop calling me Princess just because it's what you call your sister. -Me
We will meet again another time. Promise. -Unknown
The text, although from someone I don't know, causes my heart to thud in my chest. Such sweet words I could cry; but the darkness would never allow that. My heart begins to gallop in my chest, and it doesn't do that jumpy, flippy thing for just anyone.
This is where the nightmare first began.
This is when I met the man that tried so desperately to love a broken woman.
This is when light first met darkness; where peace met a storm.
This is when the Prince met the Witch and mistook her for a Princess.