The following story was difficult to place into one category. The only sex in the story is Incest. But this may be better off in Erotic Horror. I'm not sure. Either way I'll get comments about where I should have put this. I am warning you that this is not so much about sex as the mental breakdown of a woman. This was actually written for a college assignment. I added more sex in the Incest scene later. The class was Folk Tales and Fairy Tales, and the following story is my modern fairy tale. If you stick around till the end I'll have some words to why it's a fairy tale. Thanks and I hope you are entertained by it.
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Cassandra had a secret and lived in fear of this secret getting out. At first it just started with thoughts that weren't right. She couldn't be able to describe it any other way than that. Tiny thoughts that had her worried about her feelings. So she did what she thought any normal person would do. She squashed the aberrant thoughts. She ignored them till they went away, locked them up in a deep dark pit at the bottom of her consciousness.
After awhile the thoughts went away. She was neither happy nor unhappy with this. As part of the conditions of locking them away she couldn't feel relieved if they were gone. But then she began having disturbing dreams. The tiny thoughts were manifesting in her nightly imaginings. She couldn't allow this. Again she didn't know how to deal with these images. They were no longer thoughts but pictures her brain was showing her. So after several nights of interrupted sleep and too much thought on her problems, she came to the conclusion of medication. Now she slept peacefully.
But these thoughts turned images did not want to be ignored. They did not want to go away. They wanted to be reflected up on poor Cassandra's consciousness. They wanted to be seen. So they fractured. No that's the wrong way to say it. She began to fracture. Now the images were seeking her out while she was awake. And Cassandra was terrified. Now she was caught up in waking dreams where the Other would reveal her darkness. But Cassandra saw that the Other only showed up when she looked in a mirror or reflective surface.
So she refused to watch her reflection in the mirrors. The horrible images and the devastating emotions that came when she viewed herself in gilded frames terrified her. She at first destroyed all the mirrors in her house, but found guests curious as to why she had no mirror in her bathroom. Afraid of people finding out her dreadful secret she placed mirrors in her home but mentally noted where they were at all times so as not to be caught unawares. Unfortunately it wasn't always mirrors she had to deal with.
Obviously she couldn't drive with her condition. Public Transportation was the safest way to travel. So on one sunny morning while sitting on the bus seat facing the window she noticed that due to the tinting on the windows and the sunlight outside it caused a reflection. She felt her pulse start to race and her face paled then heated. She watched in stupefied horror as her reflection stared eerily back at her. It began to grin maniacally at her as it looked around. The silent laughter could be felt hollowly in her chest. It stood up, and its tongue grotesquely licked its lips as it took stock of the other passengers.
This was it, the Other, its image the same as Cassandra's own. Dark hair seemed to be raggedly instead of her neat curls. Its dark eyes shinny in a face that seemed too small for its distorted mouth and glinting eyes.
An older gentleman had been sitting next to the reflection. It reached in to its purse and pulled out a large knife, its serrated edges glinting evilly in the innocuous morning light. It grabbed the white hair of the man and before the reflection could blink, viscous blood sprung up from his throat, spraying other passengers and the interior of the bus was saturated with the blood and death of the unlucky man.
She felt herself mentally screaming and tried to break her gaze away from the petrifying tableau taking place in front of her. She knew she had to pull her eyes away or she would be stuck watching this nightmare play through. She prayed silently to her god for help, to let her be released from her horrifying sight. Distantly she felt the bus come to a shuddering stop; people began to move around her. She became jostled; she broke from the reflection and quickly looked around. The older gentleman that had sat beside her had accidently bumped her as he got up. He was now heading out the door. She looked up at the sign proclaiming the stop point and realized she had missed her stop. She quickly gathered her things and walked off the bus and hurried to work. Her pulse still thundered in her throat, she could taste the fear in her mouth. She knew she had to put this episode behind her, letting it linger would only make her day worst than it had started out to be. She quickly placed the incident in the lock box in her mind and continued on to work.
Cassandra reached home after a long tying day. She was not only physically exhausted but mentally as well. She gingerly made her way to her master bedroom where she stripped to take a relaxing bath.
She sighed as she slipped into the warm water. She was already beginning to feel more human. As she felt her muscles unknot she glanced up at her shower stall. Its glass surface was clean and shinning in the ambient lighting in the bathroom.
Cassandra immediately knew she had made a mistake. Her reflection looked on as the Other one smiled in a monstrous way. She watched helplessly as it took the razor next to it and began to shave its hair around its face. All the while Cassandra could feel its mocking laughter echo in the room. When it had seemed to finish its work on the shaving it rinsed the blade off before glancing at Cassandra. It seemed to need her to watch it. It took the sharp razor and began to lick it.
Cassandra watched in complete horror as it's tongue began to bleed. It occasionally spit blood and flesh out into the bathwater. Still it continued on licking the blades, tearing the muscle of its tongue. Its eyes flashed with twisted humor as it removed the blade from its tongue.
Slowly it raised its self from the tub. Cassandra's body was reflected as pearls of water beaded on the skin, mixing with the blood running down its mouth. It examined the blade and frowned in contempt. It dropped the razor back to the tub then reached behind it and pulled out a pair of scissors. The metal winked in the lights from overhead.
Cassandra wished she could wake from this walking dream. But she was powerless to stop it. She watched with horror as the Other took the scissors and ran them down its breasts and across its stomach. The blades were closed, but Cassandra knew this was just the buildup of something truly horrifying.
It lovingly kissed the scissors before sucking on it. It performed a mock fellatio on the scissors while occasionally opening and closing them. Fresh blood poured from its mouth. Slowly it removed the shears from its mouth and spread its legs, placing its leg up on the seat of the tub. Then it started to place the cutters at the entrance to its womb and shoved the cutting instrument into it. It threw back its head in pleasure or pain, Cassandra was unsure which.
As it continued to masturbate itself, blood seeped from its center and Cassandra felt less of a hold on her. She quickly threw her head back, hitting the wall, it silenced any imaginings and the pain helped her break the connection to it. She rose from the cold water and dried herself off with abrupt movements. She ran from the room and crawled into her bed. She reached out a shaking hand to her pill bottle. She swallowed a sleeping pill and silently lay under her covers, quivering from fear and revulsion. And somewhere deep inside she was trying to quash the arousal that was unexpectedly heating her body. The swift pill pulled her under and in no time she was fast asleep where nothing could frighten her or harm her.
The next morning Cassandra woke refreshed and planned to enjoy her day off. Her stomach told her how she missed her supper the night before, so she pulled on her pajamas and went out to the kitchen to eat a breakfast of champions.
As she was eating her simple meal, her phone rang and she glanced at the display and smiled as she answered the phone.
"Hey bro, how are you doing?" she asked of her favorite brother, Brett. He was a few years older than she, but they were close even as adults. They were both single and often hung out if neither had plans.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and enjoy some steaks I'm making this evening?" he asked her.
"Oh, yeah! I would love to come over. Do you want me to bring anything?" she inquired. After he replied in the negative and they chit chatted for a few minutes, they hung up. For the first time in a few days Cassandra felt better about her life and was genuinely happy.
Cassandra spent the rest of the day cleaning her small apartment, getting ready to go to her brothers and generally avoiding all reflective objects.
She arrived at her brother's house on time. They ate out in the back yard where he had a patio and sliding glass door off of his living room. He too lived in an apartment but he made more money than she and was able to afford a better living space. They enjoyed talking and catching up since the last time they hung out. They were laughing and joking when Brett told her he had something to show her.
She smiled as he told her he bought something new for the house. He was always out shopping and making his digs, as he called them, looking good and completing his style. She walked inside with him and he told her it was in the bedroom.
