A girl cursed by an evil witch to relive the lives of different princesses when she falls asleep. One constant remains the same in all her dreams, one day her prince will come. The only question is will he save her in time?
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Chapter 26- Like the Rest
It was a few hours into the morning. I had been working nonstop without sleep, I couldn't remember the last time I ate. Those were the least of my worries if I didn't find a way out.
My plan was simple and lackluster, yet my only viable option. I tied the scraps of bedsheets together to form a long and sturdy strip of fabric. I planned on tying one end to myself and the other end to the bed, the only piece of furniture sturdy enough.
I was going to break open the window with my body and lower myself to the ground and make a run for it. It was a daring plan riddled with risk.
Once I had all the sheets tied, I moved quickly to barricade the door. It took a while to do this by myself and consisted of me moving one side a few inches at a time. It was the most time consuming, but important.
I had to ensure no one could enter once they heard glass shattering. By the time they knock down the door I would be long gone.
The sun had been up for a while. Everything was going according to plan so far. The sheet was fastened around my waist securly, the door was covered by the dresser and nightstands.
I could hear faint footsteps from the hallway. It was now or never.
I stood on the windowsill, hoping the bed was heavy enough to support my weight. Before doubt could seize my mind, I slammed myself against the window.
Nothing happened. The window did not even crack though my bones felt like they would.
I threw myself against the glass once more, harder this time. Still no damage.
I huffed in annoyance questioning what the window was made of that made it so indestructible. I fell through a window multiple times in my dreams, it seemed easy then.
I grew frustrated and applied more force, more pressure waiting to see the slightest change. I felt the ache in my bones, I knew I would be bruised all over. They would be another testament to how I've suffered from Andres.
At last the window began to crack. It was miniscule, but progress. I focused my effort on hitting that same spot repeatedly. The crack began to spread as I hoped.
A knock at the door had my halt completely. I froze momentarily and rushed to continue. My slams were more frantic as the knocking increased. I could hear guards talking behind the door.
Just a little longer I told myself. One more heavy push.
I slammed against the window with every ounce of energy in my body. The glass shattered outward and I held onto the window frame to stable myself. Glass grazed my arms, cutting through skin and cloth alike.
I could hear the panic and franzy on the other side of the door more clearly. They must have heard the window breaking. I had to act fast.
I started to lower myself, scaling the side of the tower. Things were going fine until I made the mistake of looking down.
