On nights like this, she believed in fairy tales. When time stood still and all you could hear is the sound of your fear ripping at your sanity.
Princess's in towers waiting to be rescued by handsome Princes, evil step mothers and cunning witches. Why did time seem so much easier then.
She grew up reading Fairy Tales, it was easier than having to face what her life was like. There was no handsome Prince or Knight waiting to rescue her, the tower she lived in had no beginning nor a end.
When that feeling of despair gripped her tight, there really was no way in, and no man nor beast could rescue her, many had tried and failed.
Her secrets bounce off the walls at night, suffocating her till the morning light hits the window.
