Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Chapter Three

TRIGGER WARNING- SELF HARM, SUICIDE ATTEMPT

(ACTUALLY, THIS TIME. FOR REAL. IF Y'ALL HAVE TRIED THE GOOD OLD SEWERSLIDE BEFORE, I SERIOUSLY SUGGEST NOT READING THIS CHAPTER. LOVE SENT FROM THE AUTHOR IF YOU HAVE TRIED TO "KICK THE CHAIR", IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. BE PROUD OF YOURSELF FOR BEING CLEAN, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY ONE DAY, I HOPE YOU RECOVER SOON AND IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE ❤️.)

'How could you?! Why would you do that?!'

I screamed, voice still shaking with fear. The Dame simply rolled her eyes, flicking her wrist as the vines untangled from my body and went to snake around the corpse on the ground. The remains of Flynn Rider sank into the dirt, the only trace of him left a small puddle of sticky blood.

'Go.'

She hissed again. Still shivering, I tried to protest, but she flicked the vines towards me, and I realised just how serious she was. I caught another breath of the Dame's awful perfume as I walked, head bowed, to the tower. I walked through the stone doorway, climbing the tall stairs as the stone and darkness encased me with horror. Flynn's screams still echoed in my ears, pleas still sharp and stabbing me with guilt. All my fault. The stairs melted behind me, and as I stepped onto the wooden floor of my home-prison, the wooden planks knitted together to seal my fate. Trapped in this hollow, lifeless jail forever. All my fault. My breath sharpened as the death replayed behind my eyes. I wrapped my damaged arms, the arms that had dropped someone's life once held so gingerly, around my body, shivering against the crawling of my own skin. I had done that to him. It was all my fault. The smell of cinnamon and leather still lingered in the air now stitched with the ghosts of screams. I looked at my arms, my legs. Bloodied and bruised and scraped. But not enough. The final image of Flynn's perfect face flashed in my mind before I cried out, tears of pain, horror, guilt, streaming down my dirtied cheeks.

'Why?!'

I yelled, not caring any longer whether the Dame would come or not. I began to drag my nails up and down my legs, the sweet embrace of pain greeting me again. I didn't care when blood started to build under my nails. I didn't stop when bits of flesh started to fall into my hands. I sobbed, the stinging sensation burning into me. The physical pain stole away the mental pain, but still, I felt like I was floating in salt water. Numb. Cold. Dark, even. What was the point of living? I wasn't even useful. I had just let someone be killed, I had stood there and watched. I was a horrible person. Legs shaking with agony, I stood, staggering towards the window. It was still dark, the sun's rays still shying away from the horizon. I looked down, fifteen meters away from freedom, bracing myself for what I was about to do. The vines looked so welcoming, begging me to come down and join them, and I could almost taste the joy of being freed from this awful life. Just a small push. All I needed to do. I sat on the windowsill, dangling my legs over the side and tainting the stone with my blood. 

And then I leaned forward.

In the state of free fall, my stomach lurched to my feet, then to my mouth as a sense of weightlessness came over me. I fell for both a fraction of a second and what felt like forever, before a sharp crack in my head sent a wave of static through my spine. Pain forked through my body, inklings of darkness surrounding my vision. For both a fraction of a second and what felt like forever, my life flashed. For both a fraction of a second and what felt like forever, I was happy for the first time. Before the light flickered, then clicked out, like a snapshot in time.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I'm kinda embarrassed that I took more than two weeks to write like, 600 words, but anyways. I had a bit of a dip in my mental health and had zero motivation or will BUT now I'm super happy because I'm NINE FREAKING DAYS CLEAN LIKE LETS GOOO!! 😝😝 Anyways thanks for reading, look after yourselves lovely people ❤️