The Paper-skin Princess

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This story is very dark and the theme it tackles might not be something many people would enjoy reading about. So, here it is.


She saw her skin break under the cold steel. Swallowing hard, she turned around, gazing at the old clock. It was that time again; the hour where misery surrounded her. The shadows shoved and pushed, her body lay weightless under the crystalline pool, now stained with swirls of red.

Her father’s shouts echoed through her mind, his fingers running through her hair. Tears became one with the tiny soap bubbles now stained in red. The image of her father has been imprinted in the deepest recesses of her mind, burned by sounds of moans, cries and screams. She held on to the edge of the tub, the ripples became one with her gasps for air.

She lunged herself over to the edge, her arms becoming numb. A familiar numbness, like the pressure of a man’s hand over her wrists, infiltrated her muscles and bones. Her back shivered as cold fingers ran down, caressing her skin. Was this her imagination? Her mind was playing the cruelest of games.

The clock started ringing. Who left the alarm on?

Three hours till midnight, she would never escape the darkest hours of her life. Closing her eyes, she felt something disgusting playing with her lips, biting and ripping the skin. As blood trickled down, she realized that tears and water could easily be confused with the red sap beneath her flesh. Everything became distorted.

She gasped for air, one more time. Black uniforms, a flash light and a dog, where was she?

“Claire!” That voice still resonates inside her mind. Why did daddy play around with my feelings? Why did mommy pretend to hide and never seek? Brother, why did the cold pierce your warmth? The water was too darkened to see, the figure of a princess lost in a labyrinth of memories.


One Comment Add yours

  1. calliehunter says:

    Your descriptions, are usual, are spot on. I do envy that about you. Lovely way to end the piece, too.

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