My Life, Granting Wishes
I pounce around my room impatiently as I have for the last thousand years. I hop from bed to couch eagerly waiting for a visitor. I fly in the air as I jump higher than any human could. It is true, I am inhuman. My room is simple and bland, with all white walls and a cream colored bed and couch. Not that I could use the bed I remind myself bitterly.
Waiting in this room is my punishment. This confinement is punishment for my greed. I still remember how this happened.
I was cruel back then with a cold and simple view of the world. There was no fairness and I deserved more than I was given, I thought. I was attractive even before the turning; however no one looked past my mussed hair and wrinkled blouse. My name was Dessie, quite a popular name in the 1900s. I had just gotten out of school and was then expected to find a husband. That was not easy to do for the hourglass figure had become popular again and my thin stature and subtler curves went unnoticed.
I had just left Pa’s house to go to the market. I tried to hurry because Pa would beat me terribly if I was late. I skittered along in my uncomfortable hand-me-down heels and corset, the fashion then. I was just remembering how Ma used to wear these before she died and Pa went crazy. Then I suddenly tripped over a rock and fell on my behind. “Ouch” I murmured, trying not to curse because Ma used to say it was unladylike, but I couldn’t help it. I just wasn’t like other ladies. I picked up the rock and discovered something shiny in it.
I dusted it off and discovered a beautiful lavender lamp. I examined it carefully, wondering how much it could sell for. Suddenly a purple column of smoke rose from it. I shrieked and dropped it on the floor. The smoke disappeared and a gorgeous man appeared. He was dressed in the finest silk. All shades of indigo and green. He looked ageless almost, with smooth skin but impossibly deep lavender eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him, which were at that time green, and I was unaware they would soon turn a pale purple. I blinked in surprise, as I watched him he began to appear closer to my age.
“What the heck just happened? Are you some type of monster?” I accused. He flashed me a breathtaking grin, for he a moment was so beautiful I could hardly look at him. “Actually I’m a sprite. Your kind calls us genies. We are a peaceful race.” He gave me another ear-splitting smile. I spat at his feet, attempting to harden my heart to protect me from his beauty. “Tricky creatures’ genies,”
I glared at him knowingly. “My Ma used to tell me stories of you before she died.” His expression changed from extremely happy to extremely sorrowful. “Your mother died that’s so sad.” My eyes glazed over and I mumbled without thinking “drowned in a river when I was eleven, my dad went insane and has abused me ever since.” I blinked then stared at him. He had used some sort of mind control to get information out of me. My intense gaze should have him on his knees, but unlike most people he seemed unaffected.
“You’re a poor little thing you know that? Well, that’s going to change because you’re going to be granted three wishes.”
I snorted “Yeah three wishes, you can’t lie, blah blah blah. My mom told me the jiff.” He let my negative words roll off him and said “if I’m going to grant your wishes we should be well acquainted. I’m Camden; I don’t have a last name. What’s your name?” I looked at his hand as if it was a rat until he lowered it. I hesitantly replied “I’m Dessie McCree.” He nodded as if I’d confirmed a guess.
“What will your first wish be?” he asked curiously. I wondered if I should make a wish. Then I decided I deserved to have my wishes granted. Hadn’t I suffered enough in life? I responded “I wish my dad would stop striking me.” He smirked and began speaking in some dark language. I knew he was doing something bad and shouted. “No stop I take back my wish.” He chuckled and whispered “too late.”
I had just left Pa’s house to go to the market. I tried to hurry because Pa would beat me terribly if I was late. I skittered along in my uncomfortable hand-me-down heels and corset, the fashion then. I was just remembering how Ma used to wear these before she died and Pa went crazy. Then I suddenly tripped over a rock and fell on my behind. “Ouch” I murmured, trying not to curse because Ma used to say it was unladylike, but I couldn’t help it. I just wasn’t like other ladies. I picked up the rock and discovered something shiny in it.
I dusted it off and discovered a beautiful lavender lamp. I examined it carefully, wondering how much it could sell for. Suddenly a purple column of smoke rose from it. I shrieked and dropped it on the floor. The smoke disappeared and a gorgeous man appeared. He was dressed in the finest silk. All shades of indigo and green. He looked ageless almost, with smooth skin but impossibly deep lavender eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him, which were at that time green, and I was unaware they would soon turn a pale purple. I blinked in surprise, as I watched him he began to appear closer to my age.
“What the heck just happened? Are you some type of monster?” I accused. He flashed me a breathtaking grin, for he a moment was so beautiful I could hardly look at him. “Actually I’m a sprite. Your kind calls us genies. We are a peaceful race.” He gave me another ear-splitting smile. I spat at his feet, attempting to harden my heart to protect me from his beauty. “Tricky creatures’ genies,”
I glared at him knowingly. “My Ma used to tell me stories of you before she died.” His expression changed from extremely happy to extremely sorrowful. “Your mother died that’s so sad.” My eyes glazed over and I mumbled without thinking “drowned in a river when I was eleven, my dad went insane and has abused me ever since.” I blinked then stared at him. He had used some sort of mind control to get information out of me. My intense gaze should have him on his knees, but unlike most people he seemed unaffected.
“You’re a poor little thing you know that? Well, that’s going to change because you’re going to be granted three wishes.”
I snorted “Yeah three wishes, you can’t lie, blah blah blah. My mom told me the jiff.” He let my negative words roll off him and said “if I’m going to grant your wishes we should be well acquainted. I’m Camden; I don’t have a last name. What’s your name?” I looked at his hand as if it was a rat until he lowered it. I hesitantly replied “I’m Dessie McCree.” He nodded as if I’d confirmed a guess.
“What will your first wish be?” he asked curiously. I wondered if I should make a wish. Then I decided I deserved to have my wishes granted. Hadn’t I suffered enough in life? I responded “I wish my dad would stop striking me.” He smirked and began speaking in some dark language. I knew he was doing something bad and shouted. “No stop I take back my wish.” He chuckled and whispered “too late.”
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