the girl in the white dress by jadamthwaite

14 Feb

Amy could not help but wonder if she was making a mistake. She stared solidly at the girl in the white dress.

She’d never been the white wedding type. She’d had the wedding fantasy of course, but Amy the Teenager always imagined herself in silver… or red … something… different. How did she end up here? How did that Amy end up wearing a string of creamy pearls and flicking Jane Austen ringlets out of her eyes? She fixed the girl in the white dress with a blue-eyed stare.

The more she thought about it, the less Amy could understand why anyone bothered to get married. It’s not like society requires it anymore. No one would have judged them if they’d just carried on the way they were. Nothing was going to change for them with a signed piece of paper. She wondered what James would have done if she’d said no. If, on that day when he’d hidden in the wardrobe, snuggled behind a wall of dresses nervously clutching an Ernest Jones box, she’d said, “I love you, but no.”

It would have crushed him.

She held her engagement ring up to the mirror: a single diamond snowflake caught in a net of white gold. Amy sucked her breath in suddenly, thumped by a fresh wave of fear. Her stomach turned and fizzed.

“This,” she told the girl in the white dress firmly, “was for your own good. What did you think? That you could just become some good little housewife and spend the rest of your life raising children and icing cupcakes?”

Amy spread her hands out in front of her. They seemed unfamiliar, trembling and pale in the bright lights of the dressing room.

She stared.

She tried desperately to block out the memory of her shallow breaths misting the air like dust as she panicked, panicked, panicked… of the cloying warmth of the kitchen last night, the excitement she was supposed to feel… of the smooth silver body of the knife she’d just chopped the onions with…

Amy closed her eyes against the prickling tears and caught her breath.

And there it was again, that image she couldn’t shake, that awful scene on the kitchen floor playing like a looped horror film over and over and over… James in his favourite green shirt, the way his dark hair looked slightly blue under the light beneath the crockery cupboard, the knife on the floor where she’d dropped it, the dark slugs of blood slipping between the tiles…

Amy watched a fat tear plummet onto her dress and bleed through the fabric like an ink stain.

Suddenly she knew.

The hair appointment this morning at her mother’s house, drinking champagne with her bridesmaids, turning up here like everything was going just as it was meant to: this was all a mistake.

She watched her lips mouth the words in the long mirror.

“You killed him.”

5 Responses to “the girl in the white dress by jadamthwaite”

  1. ingridfnl February 14, 2010 at 11:32 pm #

    You describe her separation from herself really well… that somehow she has not come to terms with what she has done. This was an eerie and intriguing read… 🙂

  2. jmforceton February 15, 2010 at 12:02 am #

    Perhaps the most visually memorable and I agree with ingridfnl, eerie and intriguing.

  3. slingshotmama February 15, 2010 at 1:25 am #

    love the twist… chilling.

  4. phoenix.writing February 21, 2010 at 6:47 pm #

    Yikes. Crazy twist, and very interesting trying to get into Amy’s head.

  5. jadamthwaite February 21, 2010 at 10:16 pm #

    I struggled so much with this one. I knew I wanted to try to twist it but it took me ages to get it to work. I’m glad it seems to have worked in the end!

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