Once Upon a Fairy Tale

Story of my Life

A fairy tale is one of the best ways to express your creativity, but not all fairy tales are meant to end in a good way. I learned this the hard way, the sad way too. It’s hard seeing the real truth in fairy tales. Some kids see it as an opportunity to escape from the real world, an opportunity to leave all their fear behind. The sad truth is that, its not like that, worse even. Not only you face fear and pain but you face death too. I used to be a child like that, but lets start with the beginning.
I was born on October 27th,1998. My family wasn’t the richest family, we weren’t even middle class, but some how we managed to get by. That was until I turned 16, thats when it fell apart. My mom was an alcoholic and My dad was gambler, so he basically threw all our money away. My Mom and my Dad Fight a lot, mostly because of money. When my parents are fighting I always take a trip to the bookstore with Charlotte, my sister.
Charlotte looks alot like my mom, she has medium length cinnamon blond hair, and she also has pale skin and light green eyes. On the other hand I look like my dad. I have long chestnut hair and tannish skin with dark blue eyes. When me and Charlotte reach the bookstore, she goes straight to the Manga comic section and I go to the little kids section. I know it sounds lame but I just love reading the fairy tale stories and how they all end in a happily ever after.
“I just wish I could be in a Fairy Tale…” I say to myself. “Are your sure about that?” an old lady answered, giving me a scare. “Oh! I didn’t know you were here!” I told her. “I asked are you sure, not if you were alright!” she scolded. “Well of course I am sure! It can't be any worse then my life is now!” I responded. “ Ok then, have a chocolate” She reached into her coat and pulled out a Dutch candy. I took the candy, said thanks, and went off to find Charlotte. “Charlotte! Charlotte! Come on we have to go!” I called out. “I’m over here!” said her voice in a distance. I found Charlotte on the floor surrounded by Manga comics about super heros. “Charlotte! Clean this up! We have to go!” I told her, picking up the scattered comics. “Okay, but before we leave I need to use the bathroom.” She said as she helped me pick up the comics. “Good Idea. I’ll come with you.” I said. We walked into the bathroom and I waited for her. An old lady gave me two chocolates so I handed one to Charlotte. “Ew, no thanks this has carmel!” She told me putting it back into my hand. “Ok suit yourself.” I answered, popping my own chocolate into my mouth. “I need to fix my hair. It’s a mess!” I said. I walked over to the full length mirror. “Man I look like a-” I touched the mirror, my hand passing through it. “Savannah! Your hand!” Charlotte squealed. I then put my other hand through and grabbed something. I pulled my hand out to find a basket of apples. “Apples?” Charlotte said confused. She tried putting her hand through but instead of going through she just hurt herself. “Ouch! Why can’t I go through!?” She said in disappointment. “I’m going in. Wish me luck!” I said. “Wait it could be-” But before she could finish I had already stepped through. I looked around finding I stepped through another mirror. Charlotte’s reflection was in it. “Charlotte? Can you hear me?” I said. “Yes, but on my side the mirror is cracking, you should come out!” She responded. I looked at my mirror noticing a large crack in it! I tried stepping through. “I can’t!! It won’t let me!” I screamed. “Savannah! Savannah! Can you hear me? I can’t see your reflection!” Charlotte's voice drifted off. “Charlotte! Charlotte! Please Charlotte! I can’t see you either! Charlotte!” I screamed, banging on the glass. “Charlo-” the glass broke before I could finish. I stepped back, glass cutting my arms and feet. “charlotte…” I said one more time. The next few minutes where a blur, my vision hazy, my heart beating like a drum. I was so scared, then everything went black…

I woke up in a room of white. My cuts stitched together, my clothes not stained of blood, but changed to a white shirt and pants. I was confused. “Where am I?” I thought. I got out of bed and looked around....