I'm on a bed. I do not know what time it is. Time has lost all meaning.
I keep waiting for Eva to show up at my window, but she doesn't.
She never will again.
The blood still stains the floor, but it is dry now. Eva appears sometimes, spitting bitter words at me, haunting me. Sometimes it is Kassidy. Sometimes it is my father.
Once, a girl I do not recognize comes in, but I cannot tell if she is real or illusion. Does it even matter?
When the girl comes again, she dresses me, dries my tears. Cannot I tell her that it is meaningless? That she is caring for a murderer?
"Stop." I say once. "Stop, I am not worth it. Stop, I am not a princess. I am a statue. I am a murderer. This room is stained in blood. This castle is stained in blood. I am ice. I am nothing. Stop."
She does not listen.
"Princess Valarie, you do not know what you are saying." She murmurs. "You are safe now."
It takes me a minute to realize she's saying I'm safe from Eva.
The girl leaves with a bloody nail-mark down her cheek.
The trees outside my window turn red-and-gold as autumn approaches, my only sign that I have been in my room far longer than I thought.
Still, I am not allowed out.
Why does no one question this? Why do they leave me here, locked up, when I am princess?
Why do they not accuse the real murderer in this castle- my father?
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Mystery / Thriller(I'm kinda embarrassed by this work, but someone asked after it, and so I posted it again. Do not blame me for my younger self's bad grammar and nonexistent plot line. Thank you.) "I do not fight it as two hands-Eva's hands- grab my ankles, pulling...
