Sweet Dreams and Happy Endings. [Let Down Your Head!]

Moon on the meadow

wind in your ears

smoke in your eyes

memories and tears

inside that tower

a hero somewhere

you could only hope that he's there

Her comb brushed with little resistance through the lustrous blonde hair that wrapped around her ankles as she looked out at the horizon, waiting for a charging figure to be illuminated in the night towards her tower. The tall window was covered in smudge marks, cracks, blood, and scratches, but there was still enough unmarked glass to look through. She felt she needed to go to her piano and play -- that she needed to fill the dead loneliness she felt crush her slowly-- so she walked hesitantly away from the moonlight to her seat in front the tempting keys. After sitting down in front of the pearly instrument, her hands carefully fell in place for the first measure before she started.

As she played the first notes, she felt the notes vibrate up her arms into her chest and closed her eyes to listen better. Her solo was distant and thoughtful, full of long notes that echoed and short notes that were constantly trying to separate themselves from the normal pattern. Outbursts of discord danced with beautiful harmonies that made the window shudder and the girl's eyes close tighter. Suddenly, her fingers began to play awfully depressing measures that reeked of disappointment and pulled anyone who could hear it into a maddening state of mind; which it did.

Tears fell like rain onto her torn grown and her smile stretched so far that it hurt as she continually pounded the notes to create a darker place where she could become numb from the loneliness. From the cruelty. From her past. Her toes curled with a new sense of power as she played louder and louder, the music ringing against the walls and inside her head; she thought soon the sound should break the walls if the instrument played any louder, though she did not care.

In her invigorating tune, she suddenly toppled of her seat and began laughing like a madman. She was alone and immortal as long as she was held in this accursed building and she loathed the walls that held her with a searing passion. Watching days die in violet rays and nights burned with yellow flames, time was something she had too much of but she never had anyone to share or waste it upon. No matter how long she waited, her beauty never faded but it never was used.

Looking at the window of her bedroom where she had sat in front of only minutes ago, completely crestfallen, she knew that the curse could not make the glass unbreakable. In seconds, she had her metal bed directly aimed at it and began to charge. The walls of white mocked the sound of her scream and the small snap of another crack, the moon grinned at her attempts as they continued to only cause small cracks. Voices pleaded that she should stop, roaring in her ears, but she would not hear it.

When morning came, the child found herself sleeping on the floor nearby to the metal bed. Drowsy and sore, she sat up and looked around the room and stopped at her window. It was incredibly cracked and the sunlight was reflected in odd ways in the bedroom, and when she touched it with her bloody-knuckled hands she felt the shards shift and a hole broke. Fresh air pressed through the hole and filled her nose; automatically, she moaned as she breathed the fresh, free air.

She turned to the bed and hesitantly grabbed it.

Aiming it again at the window.

Her feet slapping against the tile.

And she flew out of the window.

[NEWS COVER STORY 4-10-2014]

At [ CENSORED ] Hospital during 11 PM, eleven year old Repunzul Diana Franklin has committed suicide via jumping out her seventh story room window. Evidence of a drawing of a piano on the patient's walls identify the child as medically insane and her doctors explain that the illness she suffered from varied Psychotic and Impulsive disorders. What she had done to escape was using her iron bed frame to ram the window repeatedly and accidentally breaking the window as she continue to accelerate, sending her out the window along with her bed. Patients of [ CENSORED ] Hospital had found her lying in the fields during 4:36 AM, broken and utterly dead.

Dr. Rueman, her main psychiatrist, says it was the pressure that her parents had brought onto her when she had first become a patient at the hospital. Her parents had never payed much attention to the child and pushed her extremely hard in becoming a fantastic piano player, but she cracked under the pressure and had disappointed the parents. Repunzel never let go of the shame she brought onto her family and always felt completely alone.

After talking with both parents, they told us: "She always hated solitude of any kind. We are not surprised much by this outcry for attention, but are incredibly upset with the doctors who could not help our child."