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Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore
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Chapter Six:
Plastic Roses
Once upon a freaking time, I had a prince.
Yeah, yeah, I know how cheesy that sounds, but it’s true. No, he didn’t come to save me on a white horse with a big sword to save me or anything like that. It all had to do with an accident.
I sat by the wolf as he slept peacefully while I petted him. His fur began showing its original silver color under all the mud and blood. His ribcage expanded and deflated as his body curled around me like a protective father before he blinked a few times and stared up at me without saying a word which gave me comfort. I texted Cooper and told him that he can go to the mall without me; that I was too sick too go. He was thankful and said he was happy I finally took care of myself.
My lousy fairytale like prince came soon after my scars finally healed. My mom didn’t want to go back to Ocean City until my scars healed up to ward off infections, so we lived in this small house with my step grandparents who lived in the woods similar to the one near the school. The small gated community was supposedly safe from all the bad things in the world, but a few weeks after we moved in, a kid suddenly disappeared after he went to explore the woods. This made my whole family go on a paranoia alert and cling to me like I was made of glass.
Not that this stopped me. Instead, Hanuel and I explored the woods, but he got bored with his little sister for being so slow and left me behind soon after. I didn’t mind really because I liked the silence in the woods even with the faeries talking, whispering. It was like the trees whispered deadly gossip to one another and laughed at me. I learned by then to keep my mouth shut about the faeries, but they still scared me.
Plop!
The sound reminded me of how Hanuel would throw stones into the small stream when he got bored. I climbed down the rocky ledge to find Hanuel when I began to hear crunching noises and for some god forsaken reason, I got more curious and followed the sound until I saw a reddish hue in the water that slipped between the stones, branches, and sticks.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
I smelled something funny as I continued to go upstream to find Hanuel. The smell reminded me of rotting meat and perfume, but I didn’t think twice of it because Hanuel, who acted more like a dog than a human, thought that smells that attacked the nose were a good thing. My stomach churned at the smell as I got closer and closer until I finally found more diluted red in the water and heard loud plop! Plop! Plop!
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White Roses
FantasyMatty has seen faeries since she was eight because of scars on the right side of her face that disfigure her. She's learn to deal with giants walking in the forests behind her boarding school, random pixies pulling pranks on other students, but when...
