Broken Stories

Happily ever after.

I sinned mom...
How will dad think of me on heaven?
Am I still your daughter?
Or did I just turn dark like my step-mother did?

Your heardbeat stopped, like your breathing that clouded over my mouth just moments ago.

You tried to find me and save me so badly, you liar.

You wanted to kiss me awake to break my curse. But little did you know that I was awake.

Why would she think I'm stupid enough to bite in a poisoned apple?

I didn't trust anyone, not even a 'kind old lady'.

I faked my death, and it even worked.

Why did you fell for it?

Why did you kiss me while I kissed you goodbye.

Red was always her favourite color.
Red lips;
Red apples;
And red blood.

She always told me that she had blue blood, but I finally proved her wrong.

She's as red as her knife that she cut the apple with.

Now the grass is all red too, what a shame. I always loved the green grass. But I'm starting to get a liking for red now too.

And you, my sweet prince.

I painted you with the prettiest red I could find. The most beautiful red I have ever seen was the red from your beating heart.

What a shame you worked for her. I really wanted to believe in hope.

I really wanted to love you.

It's getting dark now, the wolves will soon come to wipe all the red off.

To get rid of the evidence.

And when the sun is all set, my dear prince, I will be gone like you too.