beautiful nightmare

for the first time after what only seemed to be centuries, there was a sense of happiness in me. a feeling that i thought i could never feel again.

i slowly looked down at my hands. RED. that was what i saw. my hands were covered in blood. my white satin gown was stained with blood. but somehow the colour was beautiful. i did not want to remove it.

i realized i was holing onto something tightly in my hand. i lifted up my hand slowly that every second seemed like an eternity.

finally i saw it. my paper cutter tightly clenched between my fist that i could feel my nails digging through my flesh. the feeling was nice. the pain was somehow relieving, soothing.

something at the corner of the bed caught my eye. there was a blood trail from me leading to it. something inside told me to follow it and i did, taking each step carefully and steadily.

there he was. my prince laying there on the ground covered in blood. gruesomely stabbed to death. everything came rushing back in my mind.. i remembered what happened.
i killed him.
i killed my prince.
and the thought of it made me grin. i loved the feeling. the feeling of murder..........