Pandora

And so i bounded through the forest with ease as i gulped down the feeling of freedom. The wisp of green and brown moss flying beneath my feet feel exhilarating. It has been too long.



My name is Pandora the first, the one and the only. I am a figure of Casper's imagination, perhaps you could call me her alter ego, nonetheless i am running through the wall of green.



The cold air rushes past my skin at high speed, it cools my raging anger as it pulses my veins. Who am i running from you may well ask? And my answer would automatically be, i not running from, rather running to. I am charging towards my future. My life.

''The Prince turned and took her by the hand and skipped off in to the sunset. Her white dress trailing behind and the onion that i gave him falls from his hand, i know it falls, he would not intentionally drop it. As they rush off in to paradise.
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Looking at them, blissfully happy i shrivle up inside. I walk over to the onion and pick it up carefully. But something is making my eyes smart, and i have a feeling its not the onion i am cradling in my blistered hands.

I crumple to the ground, rock my body forwards and backwards, trying to loose myself in the rhythm. The wet grass is soaking my shorts and sticking to the soles of my feet. The floor is soggy now and the rain is falling faster and faster pelting my hair to my face arms and back.

The Prince and his bride lay beside each other on a blanket on a warm summers evening. His chest a pillow to her soft cheek. He turns to look deep into her light blue eyes rimmed with fans of eyelashes...

My eyes are red, with emotion i havent quite worked out yet. I look up into the sky, into the dark grey cloud that is hovering above my head and the bolt shoots down to my core and takes away the misery.

Oh Pandora? Why did i open that box? Why did i give him an onion ? Why ?''