Today is Tuesday, it’s night. I’ve been spending the last half an hour making my bed as close to home as I can. I tuck each sheet and blanket tighter as I go. Every crevasse, every last beam of light is turned to darkness. Every wrinkle pressed and pillow flattened, and I approach the place where I dream. In the darkness, all alone. I quickly close my eyes and fall asleep.
CHAPTER 1 “Tuesday Night”
DAY 1
There is a man, he is perfect is every way. There are no scars on his feet. He holds the hands of all the people he meets. There smiles grow whiter as he crushes their knuckles. There are now only laughs and chuckles. You are the perfect boy, you are the son of the God you love so much. You are the man that made a girl sing, you are the song, you are the thing. The thing that made the girl feel alive, though every moment she squirmed and screamed. You untied the ropes and gave her a song. The songs grew and she kept them along.
Along a road with golden bricks she danced. The world was now in color. Her dark, dark, world. She danced until she came to a house, one that in which lived a Princess who was beautiful as anything the girl had ever seen. But her heart was cold and cruel, broken and full of lies. Which had begun to spill over her poor Prince’s eyes.
The girl opened the door, scared to be in a place so far from home, so unfamiliar and unknown. The Princess before her stood, she gave a scowl and turned to walk deeper inside to take a seat. The girl’s shoes which were beginning to tear apart, she slipped off her bloody feet. As she closed the door, the unkind outside air blew. For where ever the girl stepped the thorns grew. Delusions of grandeur filled her heart with each step closer to the Princess’s thrown. The girl’s eyes finally pulled themselves up to see something besides the floor, she wasn’t alone.
The Prince stood across the room standing with his eyes glowing a bright blue. He saw into her as he walked casually to the Princesses feet. The Prince smiled, a smile too big for his tiny mouth. There the girl stood, she knew this man was a dream.
The girl had met the Prince and at the first sight had fallen in love. Though the Prince’s glowing bright blue eyes were covered by the Princess’s pretty face, he was blinded by her beauty. The Princess and the girl were friends. They were the only ones in the cold dark world that understood each other, or at least understood how each other felt in the same way. Though the girl was nothing compared to the Princess and the Princess did her best to make the girl know it. And the girl did her best not to show it. The silky clothes the Princess chose to wear, the perfect color of her hair.
There was a hole though, in the Princesse’s heart. Where it’s been from the start. To fill the gap she uses her lips. She puckers up each time she slips. The Prince is a hero behind a big smile with a mouth too small. With it he tries to heal it all. But aside the hole is a black heart. It feeds on who ever it touches. It has poisoned the Prince for months now but without a kiss. The girl waited patiently for the Prince to figure out, what the Princess was really about.
After waiting all the time. The girl and the Prince were together at last by a letter the girl didn’t mean to send. Telling the Prince how she felt and all the words she meant. There the girl still stood, she knew this man was a dream.
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