✩𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐛 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲✩

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Red's pov

I lay in my bed, my stupid heart shaped bed that my mother loves so much and she insisted i get, the bed wasn't pretty enough for her room, but it was just pretty enough to be aloud in the palace, so she stuck it in my room hoping i would like it. She definitely knew i was going to hate it, but she's never cared what i think.

I get up for the first time in hours, stare blankly at the wall, i don't want to go downstairs, my mother is down there. She'll find something wrong with me and point it out. But i'm so hungry.

I walk down the large stairs and through the corridors down to the kitchen, i see my mother sitting on a throne like couch, i creep to the fridge hoping she doesn't hear me, i don't want a lecture.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" My mother asked glaring at me.

"Getting a snack?" I replied, quickly realizing how she's going to find that reply rude and obnoxious.

I step back away from the fridge.

"You did not ask to get a snack, Red, you ask for things in this house you don't take" She said standing up.

"I'm sorry, i'll put it back, i didn't mean not to ask it just didn't cross my mind"

"Good, you didn't need it anyway, you should probably lose a pound or two" She spoke

"Oh, i'll just go back upstairs then" I desperately tried to keep my tears from falling.

"Don't you dare cry! Crying is a sign of weakness Red!"  She spat.

"I'm sorry" I replied i don't know what to say to her anymore i do this at least once every night.

I walk through the long corridor and back up the stairs to my room, the room that i hate, the room that i had no say in, the room that has pictures of me and my mother hung on the wall from when i was little, i didn't know what she was like yet. Pictures that i've tried time and time before to rip off the wall, but they just don't come off.

I stare out of the window, i watch all the subjects of wonderland line up and march back to their homes, the ones that they also have no say in, every single house looks the same.

The sky looks so empty yet so full, normally i would think it's full of hope, maybe i'll get out of here someday, but not today, today i don't feel that hope but i still do wish i could get out of this place, this prison.

The small clock beside my bed makes a faint ringing noise. I look at it "One AM" it reads, i crawl back into bed and stare at the ceiling my head filled with thoughts, yet i feel so empty of them.

I wake up to the sun beaming down on me, it hurts, my eyes are hard to open and my head has never hurt so bad.

"Princess Red! Princess Red" I hear someone say from outside my door.

"Come in?" I reply, i'm not sure who could be at my door this early, i peak at the clock "Three PM" nevermind.

The person enters, it's a royal guard.

"The queen needs you down center ville, she also told me to tell you to dress appropriately, whatever that means"  The guard speaks