Tonight was supposed to be a typical Friday night. I would choose the most revealing dress, get too drunk, and then proceed to wake up in some stranger's bed the next morning.
Tonight was supposed to be the night I celebrate my 21st birthday. I had been planning this for weeks. I mean, one only turns 21 once.
Tonight was supposed to be another carefree night where I could forget my stupid desk job. The desk job I spend countless house typing useless reports. The job I only took to pay for my crappy studio apartment.
Tonight, I wasn't supposed to change my mind. I wasn't supposed to wonder off. I wasn't supposed to find that door. I definitely wasn't supposed to open that door. If I had followed through my perfect plans, I would not have ended up here, in this beautiful hell.
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Through The Elvish Door
FantasyFairy tales start with "Once Upon a Time", well my story is not a fairy tale. My story doesn't involve some damsel in distress nor does it involve a glass slipper. I didn't ask for this like the characters in those stories, however I wish my ending...
