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I lay in silence, feeling the frosty wind go through my open window. My eyes were open as I stared at the white dress lying on my desk. The dress was made of the purest white silk and lace, designed by my grandmother. The lace trim was long enough to touch the floor, there were minimal ruffles at the end of the dress and the sleeves were made with the lace. I stared at the dress, however my throat began to feel as if it was closing. My left arm propped me up as I tried to gasp for air. The air began to escape from my lungs, my nails dug into my neck as I tried to force myself to take a breath of air. My chest began to feel heavy, I fell back to my bed and stared at the dress. My breathing was hollow as I tried to breathe again and again. Only minimal air would enter my lungs. My hand held onto the bed sheets, a single tear escaped from my eye as I tried to breathe again. My eyes would slowly close by themselves as my last breath escaped from my lips.
I would wake up with the sunlight shining into my room. The white dress looked like a diamond in the sunlight. I stood up from my bed and walked over to the dress. The dress felt like a soft blanket against my fingers. I removed my nightwear to put on the white dress. I looked at the mirror next to my bed to see the dress and the lace lying neatly against my skin. Softly, I smiled and twirled in the dress. The dress dragged against the floor and I smiled again. It was beautiful for my special day. I looked for my diamond necklace on my vanity, the diamond glistened from the sunlight of my window. I went close to the mirror to put my necklace on, however, it was no longer my necklace. I gasped as I clasped the necklace. The necklace morphed into a chain with a lock. The chain pulled me to the ground, as I yelled. I touched the chain and tried to take it off of my neck. The chain began to tighten around my neck, I tried to scream but there was no sound.
The chain began to dig into my skin, I closed my eyes and thrashed against the chain. The chain came from the floor and continued to pull me down. I could feel blood drip from my neck to the dress. I opened my eyes and screamed. The blood began to paint my white dress. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. Tears pooled around my eyes as I tried to remove the chain from my neck. I cried for help, the chain continued to pull me to the floor. My left cheek touched the floor, and my hands tried to push me up but it wasn’t working. I continued to cry, wondering what was going on. I closed my eyes as I screamed for mercy. It was supposed to be my special day. A special day to meet him and be together until death do us part. I whispered for the chain to stop pulling me to the floor. I apologize for any mistakes I have made in the past.
I opened my eyes again when the chain stopped pulling me to the floor. The chain left loose around my neck as I slowly rose. I could breathe again, and I looked around. I looked in the mirror to see the blood-stained dress. I cried as I touched the blood-stained lace collar of my dress. I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. It couldn’t have been a figment of my imagination. I could feel the pain around my neck, and smell the iron from the blood on my dress. I touched the iron chains around my neck and tugged at it. I wished I hadn’t had because the chain around my neck lifted me from the air. I screamed again, as the chain moved from the floor to the ceiling of my room. I groaned in pain as the chain began to tighten itself on my neck. I tried to tug on it, but the chain would get tighter.
I looked at the mirror in front of me and saw myself hanging from the ceiling. I began to shout about how I didn’t understand and why this is happening to me. What have I done wrong? I made the right choices in life, I haven’t sinned before and I always confessed everything I’ve done for my family. I didn’t understand why it was me. I just wanted to marry him. Before I took my last breath, I realized it was him. Perhaps he wasn’t the one for me. But who could’ve done this? Why no other than me? I glanced at the mirror to see the chain had morphed into a rope and a chair was tipped over by my feet. It was me. I’ve done this to myself. I closed my eyes and never opened them again.