Betrayal of Perfection

Betrayal of Perfection

Darkness engulfed her. The bottom of her lovely white dress gently wrapped around her thin legs as if gravity was no longer working, and for the most part, it wasn’t. The ideal dress as white as a summer cloud was the only item not yet stained in the darkness as black as sin. The hair of hers covered her face, but she didn't notice.  Her eyes were shut. She could feel the frigid, unforgiving murk suck her in.  Alarm surged through her veins and attacked her limbs so she could no longer move them. The oxygen inside her lungs burnt as if they were holding a toxic gas within them. Terror sliced through her spine as sharp as a katana, urging her to scream. Her precious air escaped her mouth in the form of cheerful bubbles. Trapped in those cheerful bubbles would be the last of any joy or glee she would ever experience. The vine of leaves that had been twisted around her neck waved goodbye to the life she knew and the people she had loved above her. The innocence began to disappear from her lovely white dress. The ivory was fading into grey as she was dragged deeper into the blackness as dark as the evil-doings of the world.

If these were to be her to be final moments, she wished to see them. She lifted her head and opened her icy eyes to take in the last thing she may ever see. Through the lightlessness as ungodly as sin, she saw her father look down on her. Her protecting, loving father’s gaze was fixed on her. His arms were folded against his chest. His fawn eyes glared at her as they never did, but she could barely distinguish them. He looked like an evil mercenary scowling down on a crimeless prisoner, making sure she could never escape. He had no reason to worry. She couldn’t save herself no matter how desperately she tried. Even so, her only guardian who she depended on was not going to save her. She prayed he would, but he would never budge. He could not bother to rescue his little girl this time. This was his plan. He only set her on the Earth so he could exterminate her. Her demise was his mission; his goal.

Not once in her life, as far as she could recount, had she ever done anything so vile to deserve this as retribution. What motivation did he have to make him try to strangle her with a vine of leaves? For what reason did he shove her? She yearned to have her questions be answered, but she could never return to the faultless world above her to ask them. Her body was being swept away and taken beyond the slightest likelihood of redemption. Her only chance salvation was becoming was so distant, he could no longer be seen. The deeper she fell, the more of the murky sin tainted her fair, ivory attire. The sinless alabaster it once held was a long forgotten memory. She was blinded by a new domain enveloped in ebony immorality. She found the last bit of the toxic gas in her lungs and wasted it to cry her father’s name. The shriek would never be heard for all that came from her mouth were cheerful bubbles, but even if he heard, he would not have rescued her. The onyx consumed her completely. The princess, age of ten, has been banished from the righteous world.