The Man of My Dreams

The Beautiful Stranger

// I know... another story. I should finish the other ones. BUT, when an idea pops in my head I can't help but write it down! Enjoy c: //

"You're ugly."

"You're worthless."

"You have no friends."

"You will never find love."

My name is Clementine. I am constantly I am bullied, no matter where I am. Whether it's school, the mall, even in my own home. I cannot escape this hell. Then there's the question:

Why?

Why is it so hard for me to be happy in this world? Isn't life suppose to be bright and full of happiness and love? Why is it thought all I can think about is ending this pain of mine? There is no way out... There never will be.

I close my diary as I wipe a tear from my eye. Placing my diary in the nightstand next to my bed, I pull the blankets over me. It was time for bed. Time for the nightmare to begin.

A tear slipped from my eye as I closed them slowly, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

I was sitting alone in the darkness, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"I hate my life. I just want it all to end! All the misery, the pain... everything!"

Suddenly, I heard quiet footsteps behind me. I glanced back to see who it was. In front of me was a man I have never seen before. He was different from many other man I have ever laid eyes on, but he was... so beautiful.

Silky silver hair flowed in the slight breeze. Eyes the purest blue I have ever seen. His skin was so pale, similar to a porcelain doll.

The man reached his hand down for me to grab. Hesitantly I took the stranger's hand. A gust of wind then surrounded us both, pure white feathers flying in circles around me. I shut my eyes quickly. 

When I opened my eyes, I was struck with awe. Instead of remaining in darkness, the stranger and I were in a beautiful place I have never seen before. Honestly, it was so beautiful I don't even think it really existed. The place was full of light and beautiful white walls. There was a gorgeous mirror toward the top of the entrance. To me, this place felt like heaven.

I was so lost in beauty, I forgot I was with standing next to the stranger. That was until a cold hand squeezed mine. Instantly I glanced to look at the beautiful man once again. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

I saw little sparkles flow around me, and soon I was consumed by them. I noticed my clothes were changing. My pajamas became a beautiful dress. The top was so purely white it slightly burned my eyes. The bottom of my dress was a deep black color. 

The man looked at me and frowned. It looked like a light bulb had sprung into his head as he raised his fingers to snap again. A cute little red bow appeared on the collar of my dress.

The beautiful man took my hand and ran until we reached a door. The door consisted of a glass window at the top portraying a white flower. The door was a deep black similar to my dress, and contained streaks of ruby red designs all over it. Even the knob was beautiful. However, the odd thing is that there was nothing connected to this door. It was simply by itself.

I turned to the man. "Who are you?"

He never answered. Just simply smiled and pushed me toward the door. I turned back to look at him, and he was waving.

The door shut behind me.

I woke up.