The Dream of the Unicorn

"Although there is no verifiable evidence that unicorns have ever existed, they have, nevertheless, pervaded human art and thought as perhaps no other animal has. With all our attempts to confirm or deny its existence, the unicorn remains a haunting presence treading delicately through the mists of our dreams and legends, appearing in many forms throughout the myths and legends of many lands."

A passage from a book I am reading.

I have always wondered if Unicorns were real, since before I can remember. All I know is it is a question that comes to mind whenever someone asks, calls or questions my name. My name is "Unicorn" that is why I question their presence. Are they real, or as everyone says a fictional character.

I love reading about unicorns, even though it is a childish dream to see them. But how could I not question them. It is my name. Even I wish to question my mother for giving a name like that. But I would prefer to stay out of hers and my fathers’ way.

You see, I live in a small town. And well everyone knows everyone. In my town, my father is the town perfectionist. He is known to have a perfect life and a perfect job with his perfect wife. He was a doctor. And he had the police in his back pocket. They were all his best friends. But my mother and I know different.

He used to just beat on my mother for hours, and than I was born. He started using me as a dog toy for his pit bulls. It was amusing for him. Not for me nor my mother. Whenever my mother saw this happening, she would throw herself on top of me to protect me. My father would choke and die of laughter as his dogs started attacking my mother and me.

Now I am seventeen. One more year in this evil home. My father, now sells me off to his "friends" for sexual pleasure. He is my "pimp." As some would say. And I am a regular hooker. He told me it pays for my food bills, housing and clothing. His "friends" are usually people he meets in bars. Homeless bums, or people looking for sex for the fun of it. I am actually kind of glad. Not for the sex, but for my mother. I am glad that he does not use her anymore because she has become quite old, and people started to see her less attractive, so my father lent her out for people to beat, my mother is often left home alone a lot, and she always does her best to run. But my father always has her located. She does not fight to come back. She just does not know how to tell them what he does to us. She cannot get a job; she needs to have some sort of education. My mother was never given any education of any sort.

I go to a school called Victoria School of Visual and Performing arts. It is a pretty good school. I have good friends. They have never questioned about why I don’t let them come to my home. I mean it may be nice but my room is full of sexual objects. It is very sad. I have always wanted to move somewhere else. My father said that there was only one way to become successful. And that was to be a hooker. He said my knowledge of sex was good. And I have done it so many times. He has already sold me to another man for when I turn eighteen. He is the age of sixteen and will be able to "lend" me until I lose my beauty. My father will make us pretend that we are married. So I will have to actually marry this kid off the street who has bought my life. I will be forced to claim that I am his wife that loves him. Than he will "rent" me to other people. Now that sounds like a great future for me.

My father the so called worlds favorite neighbor winner of three noble prizes nominated twenty-seven times is a sex starved man. He rapes my mother and me. It is impossible to be me for a day and not say it is horrible. I am rented to a different person a night. Sexually abused, than brought home to my father who than rapes me and than beats me when I get to tired to go on until eight am. Than he lets me get ready to be late for school again. I have switched schools so many times. I go to two to seven schools a year. I hate my life and my father.

One day my father came home and told me to go upstairs to my room and listen to my stereo full blast while I do my homework. I sat on the stairs. I wanted to see what was going to happen. He than picked up a baseball bat, walked to my mother.

"Lovely day Christine,"he said in an annoyed voice.

"W-w-what d-did I d-d-do?" she asked frightened.

"It is what you did not do you b*tch," he said threateningly.

He than took the bat and started beating her. I could here the bones cracking in me head. My mother’s screams of mercy. My father’s curses. Than I heard my mother breathe in quickly she finally stood up. My father took a nine inch wide wooden board with nails in it and started hitting her with that. She fell to the ground. More bones started cracking, my world started spinning, the thought that I could live until eighteen drifted far off to another world.

My mother cried louder and louder by the second. I saw her face it was awful. It brought me the worst feeling ever. I felt as if I was too soon to die.

He continued to beat her. He had started beat her with a baseball bat again. But this time my mother did not weep for herself. I could hear her. She was telling me to run. To leave this house. To tell everyone the truth about my father.

My father thought that I was in my room listening to the Unicorns compact disc on my compact disc player. I wish I was though. But I didn’t spare a minute. As soon as my mom said that my father started hitting her more while laughing.

"She cannot hear you," he mocked

"Unicorn!!! Leave!!! Leave the hell that is upon this house!!!" my mother screamed.

I quietly went upstairs. I started to cry softly. I gathered all of my items and jumped. I finally took the courage to leave my father. I couldn’t believe thanks to his beating my mother I ran. I ran farther than I ever would imagine. I ran for what seemed like minutes, but when I looked at my watch it has been an hour. I just wanted to get rid of him so bad. He scared me. He made me feel uncomfortable. And I had just finished watching this man try to kill my mother.

I jumped out of the window and ran. I ran so fast the hours seemed only to be mere minutes. I ran, even when my legs had become numb. I kept running. The man you used to sexually, physically, emotionally, and verbally abuse my mother and I, had just try to assassinate my mother. I ran into a tree branch. And everything became blank.

When I woke up I was in a clearing in a sweet smelling forest. It smelled as if it were to be my new home. I loved the smell and it felt so comfortable a warm to be there. I loved it. I wanted to be there forever.

I had stayed there for about a month, obviously reported missing. I wondered why no one had thought to look for me here. It was only a few miles away from the city, wasn’t it? Or was it to be somewhere else?

After a few days I saw a horse drinking water. It was a beautiful white horse. It looked to be a unicorn, but I read that unicorns are only summoned by virgins. At least that is what everyone says. I circled around it. It had a horn coming through the middle of its head. It was gorgeous. It was beautiful. It was so magnificent. I was in awe. I could not believe how wonderful it was. I felt to melt to the spot right then and there.

‘How could it be a unicorn though, they say that only virgins can summon unicorns,’ I thought amazed. I watched the gorgeous snow white unicorn circle me than kneel to me.

‘What is it doing I wondered’

Than a voice came from no where.

"My name is Mariachis; you have been summoned to a domestic world. It is not apart of your earth. While you were running you ran into a branch. While you were unconscious your body was transported to here," the unicorn said to me.

I had become bemused. A supernatural unicorn. A unicorn had just spoken to me.

"You will be transported back to earth. You have been missing for about two years on earth’s time. You have been supposed dead. Your father did assassinate your mother. And he is still supposed innocent. People say that you and her were kidnapped and than soon assassinated after. He disposed of her body. He set it to fire. Nothing left of her but ashes. Nothing. It is beneath the floor of your room. The bat and the wood with nails are underneath his bed. You must go to the world. And tell them the truth."

I became bewildered and startled at my arrival in front of Elishia’s house.

She knocked on the door. When Elishia answered she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Oh my god!!! Everyone said you were dead. Your mother. Is she with you? What happened were you kidnapped?!?"

"Let me tell you my story Elishia."

I told her everything. From the day I was born. Until the current day.

Elishia became bewildered also. I was able to see it in her eyes. She could not believe that her best friend, turned out to be a complete stranger.

I would like to say that the police arrested my father for the assassination, but they didn’t. This story does not have a ‘and the lived happily ever after’ ending it has a ‘people started to think she made the whole thing up and her and her best friend Elishia were both put into psychology.