Day 9 – A modern twist on a fairytale is not going to be the proper title of this piece, but for now it perfectly describes what to expect from this flash fiction which was inspired by real life; it has been greatly exaggerated though. Enjoy…
Once there was a girl named Sarah. She was a young, fun-loving, fair maiden with an almost perfect life. I say almost because, although she had a job she excelled at and a big group of family and friends who loved her, she had a boyfriend who was quite frankly, a prick.
He treated her with disregard; adhering very much to the “treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen” philosophy. He would ignore her phone calls and texts, only responding when he wanted to, keeping her hanging, wondering what was going on, fearing that she was losing him. He would sometimes embarrass her in front of her friends, starting arguments over nothing at all. Sometimes he would start arguments with her because she was being too clingy and desperate for his liking, which can be annoying, but you can’t blame Sarah for wanting to know what was going on with him; his overall behaviour was very shady indeed… he’d speak in riddles; lie about what he was doing and where he was. Not good boyfriend behaviour at all.
And Sarah put up with it because she loved him. It’s easy to see why with his good looks and bad boy charm, and actually being very adoring if he felt like it. Sarah was the kind of person who fell hard in love. If a guy was lucky enough to be loved by Sarah, he’d become the centre of her world; she’d do anything for the one she loved, including forgiving all his major flaws. I suppose you could say that Sarah was blinded by love; you could treat her any which way you wanted and you’d be forgiven anything because she loved you, because she wouldn’t leave the one she loved.
One day, after yet another episode of her boyfriend being shady, lying, possibly cheating or doing drugs, Sarah lay on her bed alone, crying into her pillow. She looked at her phone, seeing all the messages she had sent him, to none of which he had replied. Many scenarios were running through her mind; after the initial fears of him in an accident, possibly in hospital, she thought of the more likely situations he was in… with another girl? Maybe in a back alley smoking weed? Or just ignoring her calls and texts as he sits in his own home, playing on the X box?
She cried some more into her pillow when she felt someone on the bed next to her. She turned over and sitting on the bed, watching over her was a complete stranger. Sarah was about to scream out, lash out at this stranger who had trespassed into her home when the stranger spoke,
“Don’t be alarmed, I am here to help you dear Sarah” came a softly spoken voice, “my name is Clairabel”
Sarah was stunned, confused. She wiped the tears that remained on her cheeks away and sat up in bed to face Clairabel.
“Help me with what exactly?”
“You’re boyfriend trouble of course”
“How do you know about my boyfriend?”
“I know everything” Clairabel smiled.
Sarah sat looking at this figure on her bed, not knowing what to say
Clairabel continued, “I know he doesn’t always treat you right; that you spend a lot of the time crying over him, rather than being happy with him. I know you are so in love with him that it doesn’t matter how he treats you, as long as he says that he loves you to; even if he didn’t say, you’d desperately try to hang on to him, unable to see yourself with anybody else.”
Sarah listened, feeling slightly disappointed in herself.
“Now, I’m no fairy godmother, I’m not going to point a wand and fix everything for you; you’ve got to fix it for yourself; my only power, is the power of words. I can tell you what I see, how it affects you and how it will affect your relationships with your friends and family, and I can tell you how things should be, but it’s up to you to do something about your situation”
Sarah nodded in understanding.
“You know that the bad times with him outweigh the good times. You know that you don’t feel secure with him, that you don’t trust him… deep down you know, but you have to admit it out loud to yourself and others. Do you really want a life like this? Can you really imagine having his kids, trying to explain to them where their father is when he’s god knows where? Do you really see him turning up on your wedding day? If he does turn up, you really think he won’t be hungover or off his head? It’s not much a life Sarah. I know you love him so much, but ask yourself something… do you completely, 100%, with your whole life, trust this man? Because without that, you will never be happy and secure in this relationship. A miserable, insecure existence is not what you want.”
Sarah closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in pain. With a sigh she opened them to find Clairabel had vanished. She couldn’t make any sense of what had just happened, she knew it was real, but it wasn’t normal. Was Clairabel some kind of guardian angel or something?
Sarah remained on her bed for some time. No more tears fell as she thought through everything that Clairabel had said. She knew this angel type person was right. She couldn’t imagine herself without the boyfriend, but she couldn’t go on in the existence they had been living, stuck in a cycle of adoration, arguing, ignoring, possibly cheating.
She started to process her thoughts, a possible plan of action to move on in her life and find true happiness and security, when her mobile phone burst into life.
“Hey honey, you ok?” came the voice of a now happy boyfriend who wanted to speak to her,
“Hey” she smiled; forgetting everything Clairabel had made her realise.