Starting the week of Vanity/Pride as my next deadly sin – this is a pretty late post for today, but it’s still before midnight, so go me! J
This is a standalone.
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? The words echoed through her head as she brushed out her cornsilk spun hair, the strands twisting amongst her brush bristles. She stroked her hair with the brush, counting softly aloud. “One… Two…” One hundred strokes per area of her head, to keep her hair as fine and silky as it was meant to be.
Her hair was her pride and joy. She had never dyed it, and it remained the colour of sunlight and moonlight woven together. Sometimes, when she spent extra time out in the sun, it would lighten and the moonspun strands would end up more like burnished platinum.
“Fifty seven… Fifty eight…”
She continued to count, watching her reflection in the mirror with cerulean eyes, a small smile playing upon her face. Once her strokes were done, she would stand and admire how her hair would hug her body, like a second skin as she stood, brushing down past her shoulder blades, dipping into her waist and the flowing out like water across her backside, and down across her thighs like a curtain. It stopped at her knees, trimmed severely to keep it from becoming scraggly or too unkempt. Faithfully, every six weeks, she would have it trimmed again, but never past her knees if she could avoid it. She considered herself blessed that her hair could grow so long, and she was trying to grow it longer still.
“I will be Rapunzel. Rapunzel Rapunzel, let down your hair!” she whispered to herself, attempting to hide her giggles. Then, she would take those finely woven strands and deftly twist them into a braid to curl upon her head while she slept like a crown. A finely woven crown of Sun and Moon, resting peacefully upon her brow.
That crown of hair that she had worn so proudly so many times was to eventually be her downfall. She refused to wear it up the night of the New Year’s party that her parents were throwing for the elite. Her hair was her signature, her pride and joy, and she wanted to show off how shiny and silky she kept it, and how natural it was for her. She arrived in style, dressed to the nines in a cobalt dress that she had bought especially for this party. Arriving while the party was in full swing, she swept inside the house and stripped out of her outer layers, showing off the short and fashionable dress, capped off with a pair of heels that were sky high and incredibly dangerous.
She tottered along, greeting guests and giving out air kisses, and glowing every time someone complemented her on her long and lustrous hair. “Thank you!” she’d say demurely, while inside she crowed with delight.
And when the clock struck midnight, she found herself in the arms of a mysterious and handsome stranger, giving him her midnight kiss that tasted of champagne. The kiss continued, and she felt fluttering in her stomach. Was it possible that she would have a bed partner that night, to ring in the new year? How lovely… of course, it was no surprise, seeing how gorgeous her hair was…
The stranger, having been dared by his friends in a few moments of drunken lunacy, held a pair of concealed scissors in his hands as they kissed. The clock struck and while he fumbled a bit, he managed to snip at her hair while they kissed. When it was over, and he moved apart from her, holding those shining locks that had been her pride, she stared at him in disbelief and pain. Tears flooded her eyes as she rushed at him, screaming for what he had done to her.
She would never be beautiful again. From that day forth, she broke all the mirrors around her, and mourned the loss of her gorgeous natural hair. The loss had broken her, and eventually she sought out the stranger who had taken her pride from her, and with the same pair of scissors that he tore her life apart, she tore into him, stabbing him, letting the blood coat her hands.
When questioned by the police, she would only smile dreamily and say, softly… “Mirror Mirror on the wall… who is the fairest of them all…”