Go Getter

The King of the Castle Has Got You Under Lock and Key

Disclaimer: I do not own the background photo on the story cover, I just did some modifications on it. All rights go to the original owner/creator.

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Hi people!

So apparently this is originally a Jedward fanfiction I wrote on twitter under another name, and I have decided to upload them all onto my one and only wattpad account which is kind of anonymous, because I want to share my stories with more people - they are not exactly fanfictions in a sense, as the only strings that attach to the fandom are only the appearances of the characters, resembling John and Edward Grimes.

If you come here through twitter though, you probably know who I am ;) But for now I don't really feel like revealing my identity, as I have posted a story (in Chinese, just in case you're wondering, it's probably my one and only story in a language that's not English) based on my very own personal story, and it'd be weird if, just if, the person involved in the story found out...

You can call me C (well well it's kind of stupid as the person will probably know just having this single letter provided but it makes me less nervous, so), or Nightfalls if you like, nice to meet you :)

I hope you guys will like my stories!

Oh and by the way, in my fanfics (Yn) means "your name", so you can put yourself or whatever girl you prefer as the character!

C

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This FanFic is based on Jedward's song Go Getter, and if you haven't heard it yet I have put the video into the story!

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I sat next to the window of the tower, looking out aimlessly. The view in front of me had changed a lot throughout the years, but I could not say so for my situation. The yard in front of me was still yellowish green, but the colorful flowers had disappeared since autumn had arrived. The forest surrounding the yard had turned brown, too. But the moat and had been as unwelcoming as ever, just like me, who was loved by no one, and no changes had occurred in my miserable life.

I looked up at the sky - so blue, so clear. I wondered when I would finally get the chance to run carelessly under the sheet of blue sky...

My daydream was interrupted by a knock on my door, "Princess (Yn), your meal is-"

"It's okay," I called to the maid outside my room while crossing the room towards the door, and opened it, "I don't feel like eating. Thanks." And I forced a weak smile at her. Charlotte the maid was holding a tray of food, and she was the only one who was nice to me. Other servants avoided me like I carried some sort of disease.

"Okay," she replied, looking taken aback, because usually I would not skip a meal like this, "Call me when you want something to eat." She threw me a smile and walked away down the spiral staircase right outside my room.

I went back into my room and sat on my huge four-post bed, with curtains flowing down from the top. I just did not feel like eating today; this boring and sad life was too much to bear. I could not hold in my tears anymore, so I let them fall down freely.

I was the princess of this small remote country. Although I was a princess, no one had ever really treated me like a princess. I did have pretty gowns, a nice room, but I was considered as a person who always caused troubles and was locked in a tower. I had never stepped out of the castle, and I had not seen my father, the king, for more than two years. He had forbidden me from being near him since I was. But I did catch a glimpse of him two years ago, when he was holding a ball in the great hall, and I was sneaking down into the kitchen to find some food.

He hated me so much because he thought I was the cause of my mother's death. He and my mother, the queen had four children. I was the youngest, and my mother died when she gave birth to me. Since then my whole family hated me, because my father told my two big brothers and my sister who was two years older than me that I was a nightmare who took my mother away. Servants talked behind my back, and I had been locked in the tower for as long as I remembered.

I was getting so tired; I could not bear this room anymore. I had to get out.

I put on my cape, and went down the stairs, down the long hallway, and into the library. There was this beautiful painting of my mother smiling hanging on the library wall. Although I did not remember her from my memory, looking at this picture always made me feel close to my mother.

I peeked into the library before I went in, in case some others were there. No one really liked to see me. When I saw there was nobody inside, I slipped in, and went to stand in front of the picture.

My mother stared back at me, smiling at me warmly. This painting always gave me strength, and instantly I could not help but smile back at my mother.

"I miss you," I whispered, "My life here is miserable. I don't like it here. How much I hope you were alive right now."

"Ah-ha!" suddenly someone shouted behind me, making me jumped. I turned around quickly - it was my stupid sister, Rosary. She hated me the most out of all the siblings, considering she was the youngest and she had been fed with the rubbish that I was the cause of my mother's death since she was very small.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be having lunch with father?"

"The meal was just over and I thought I would pop in here to read for a bit. But seeing you here just make me not feel like it anymore," she said, making a nasty face at me.

"So don't read, leave me alone," I said, rolling my eyes.

"How dare you order me away?" Rosary yelled in her high-pitch voice.

"What's going on in here?" suddenly the door of the library flung open, and my father came into sight, with two servants following behind.

I had not seen him for two years, and he was looking older than the last time. His hair had turned grey completely, and there seemed to be more winkles on his face. He looked tired, too. When he saw me, his eyes opened wide, and his expression turned angry immediately.

"(YN)! What's going on here, Rosary?" he turned to Rosary, his expression softening a bit. It was obvious that she was his favorite.

"(Yn) screamed at me to go away!" Rosary said, ready to break down into tears. Oh, that dramatic daddy's girl.

"What? How dare you scream at my Rosary like that!" Father pointed his finger at me.

"I didn't!" I replied, "I just told her to leave me alone!"

"Liar!" Rosary screamed, "Father, she actually cursed me! I didn't tell you that because I didn't want you to get mad at her..."

"Rosary, you don't have to be nice to this little troublemaker here," Father said, coming towards me, and slapped me across the face.

"OUCH!" I fell to the floor, hot tears rolling down my face, because of anger, and sadness. He was my father after all, for crying out loud! How could he be so cruel to me? And he trusted the real liar!

"Now you get the punishment, remember not to show up in front of me again and treat Rosary like that!" Father said, angrily. And with that, he turned around, went out of the library. Now there was only me and Rosary in the room.

"Ha-ha," she smiled at me wickedly, "See? Do not mess with me ever again." And she stormed off.

I sat on the floor, crying my eyes out, and with one last glance at my mother's painting, I ran back to my room.

That night, I spent most of the night crying. I could not handle this anymore. I just had to get out of this prison, this hell. Eventually, I fell asleep, and dreamed that I was in the city, not being locked up anymore.