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Her eyes lit up, when she read her fairy tales

The Princess Named Mia

April 18th, 2008 If there was anything she loved, it was fairy tales. She loved them so much, even in high school. My name’s Gabriel, Gabe for short. I’m tall and lanky, long, dusty blonde hair and my face is covered in freckles. But she still loved me. Almost as much as she loved fairy tales. She was short, standing around 5 feet 2 inches, with short, jagged brown hair. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and her lips were always quirked into a small smile. Her name was Mia, and we were Seniors in high school. I thought we would be together forever...Heh, I was stupid. “Don’t you ever get tired of reading fairy tales? That stuff’s for little girls, you know.” I absentmindedly said one day, arm lazily slung across her shoulders. She tensed, shooting a look my way and hugging the pink childrens book to her chest. “No, they’re fun. I don’t care for any of the stuff they make you read nowadays, it’s all shit.” She huffed. I dropped the subject. It was getting late, and I offered to drive her home.. She accepted the offer, and I drove her to her house, walking her up the front door. She gave me a kiss, bidding her goodnights and disappearing into the house. But something was off about the way she said it, the way she kissed me. Her eyes were far off, not unusual for her, but they were darker than usual, even under the porch lights. I just stood there, for I don’t know how damn long, and then...nothing. April 19th, 2008 Uh...oh god...where the hell am I!? I feel cold, naked, maybe I was naked. I was hanging, that much I could tell, my wrists tied together above my head, a strap of fabric over my eyes. I could hear someone step in, shoes clicking loudly on what sounded like metal. Soft hands caressed my face, then gently gripped my shirt. So, I guess I was still clothed. “Gaaabe, why aren’t you talking?” There it was, clear as day, the voice of my beloved Mia. “Mia?” I croaked out, the panic slowed by her soothing, low voice. I felt her fingers gracefully release my shirt, reaching behind my head and letting the fabric fall to the metal floor. I looked around, we were in a circular metal room, and there was a metal plate slightly ajar on the floor, like a hidden panel. I looked at my girlfriend. Same, small smile, same hair, same eyes. She was wearing a frilly black and white dress, with little white flats. She looked so cute, like a little girl, that I momentarily forgot that I was bound by my wrists. Her lips were different, though, red lipstick flawlessly smoothed across them. “Do you know why you’re here? Because I finished the new fairy tale I found...And I thought what could be better than finding a love story! I mean, everybody loves a good romance, just like Cinderella and Snow White!” She smiled, wrapping her thin arms around me. I wanted to wrap mine around her, but once again, I was bound. “Look babe I don’t know what’s goin’ on but why am I tied up?” she frowned at me, tapping her finger on my nose like one does to a dog. Oh, this is a joke! I laughed, and she smiled. “Oh man, you’re funny as hell! Now let me down, my wrists are starting to chafe, babe.” I smiled at her, but her smile dropped. “You think this is a joke? No, no, no! I wanna tell you a story, and I don’t like people talking during stories.” she frowned, shoving a gag in my mouth. I tried to shout, but she was stronger than me and faster. “Once upon time there was a princess and prince. They loved each other very much, and never went anywhere separately. You see, the princess loved to read stories, but the prince thought it was stupid EVEN THOUGH HE NEVER SAID IT TO HER FACE! But the princess heard him talk to his friends in the court about it, but she forgave him. She forgave him because she loved him. In fact, she loved him so much that she thought that they weren’t close enough. No, the only way they could be close was if they were one person! So she crept into his room once, late at night, and tied him up realllllly tight. He woke up, but she put a cloth in his mouth. She whispered words of love into his ear, stroked his hair, and then she kissed him on the cheek, taking a nice big chunk of it between her teeth and swallowing it like candy! He screamed, but she stayed calm, eating every bit of him and leaving nothing behind. Everything, the brains, the organs, the flesh, the eyes, she even used his bones to make her bread! Then she realized, if he’s in her stomach they’ll only be one for a while. So she went up to the highest tower in the caste and took a knights sword, then sllllllit her throat! And they lived happily ever after....” She trailed off, a glazed over look in her eyes. Panic set in, I was outright terrified. I struggled, kicking my legs. But she grabbed me, tying my legs together so I was stretched out like a worm. She whispered things like “I love you” and “I’m doing this for us” in my ear, but I wouldn’t have any of it. I headbutted her, and there was a large gash on her forehead now. The look in her eyes, the look of such deep sadness and hurt made me instantly forget it. “I forgive you...I love you....I forgive you, because I love you..” I braced myself for the pain that would inevitably come, and she took a large chunk of my cheek from my face. Tears streamed down, the pain was unimaginable. The blood smeared across her face was my own, but I still couldn’t fucking hate her! I endured so much pain, her teeth sinking into my flesh with something that most definitely wasn’t ease, the tearing of my muscles and flesh, the sickening squishing sound as it squished between her molars. My vision had long since left me, as I had opted to squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I could. She finally stopped eating, and I forced myself to open my eyes and look down. My arms and torso were little more than heaps of bone with chunks of flesh dangling off, and I could see my intestines dangling out of my stomach cavity. My legs were gone. Fresh tears ran down my face, and I looked up at my smiling girlfriend. “I love you...” She cooed, before reaching into my torso and ripping out my still beating heart. Then there was nothing. Police Report: April 25th, 2008 The young man, Gabriel Alder, was found in hysterics, shirt off and huddled in the corner of a bedroom in an old abandoned house two blocks away from his home. His mother said he had not returned home after school a week prior. His medical records show that he has severe schizophrenia, and has clawed off bits of his own flesh. The room stank of urine and feces, and he was malnourished. He continually muttered things about his “princess Mia.” When we questioned the mother of the relevance of this name, she explained that he had an “imaginary girlfriend” by the name of Mia Matthews. She showed us drawings he had done of the girl. He was a talented artist, and had drawn a portrait of a girl about 5 feet tall with short hair and dark eyes, always in a dress of some sort. One of the pictures was particularly offsetting, it was the same girl, crouched down and gnawing on flesh of a human leg. This was enough to show his obviously horrible mental stability, and he was admitted to River Pines Mental Institution on April 28th, 2008. Police Report: August 9th, 2012 Patient number 1382 Gabriel Alder was found dead in his room this morning. The patient was showing remarkable recovery from an apparently horrible episode 4 years before. His method of suicide was disturbing. It appears he had devoured portions of his own flesh, and he had used a colored pencil do carve the words “I love you” into his chest. He was found approximately 1 hour after death, and we have reason to believe that he has committed suicide due to the incident that got him admitted in the first place. At any rate, the only information we could have is what he told his therapist and what he had told his close friend, an abused teenaged girl by the name of Ami Johnson, a short girl with dark brown eyes, who greatly enjoys reading fairy tales.

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