Rapunzel Wrecked

Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time, who am I fooling, this story is no fairy tale. It all started with a pair of soon to be parents, the mother was with child, and she had a deep desire for the finest Rapunzel.  One morning as the sun was rising she sat at the window of their small cottage staring at the garden of the neighboring home, which happened to contain an exquisite Rapunzel plant. She sat at the window for days on end, the sweet aroma of the herb drifting in through the window. One day, she could no longer withhold her craving. She told her husband to sneak into the garden that night, and steal some of the plant for her.

            That night, her husband did as she requested, not wanting to upset his dearest wife. The next day, after having tasted of the delicious plant, her cravings only grew. The husband repeated his actions again that night, once again, his wife could not be satisfied. The third night, he echoed his travel into the garden.  Yet he barely got his hands on the plant when a dark, tall, hooded figure appeared before him, sinisterly laughing.

            It was the sorceress whom the garden belonged to. The husband, pleading with her to allow him to leave with the Rapunzel, made an unfathomable deal that night. In exchange for the thievery the sorceress set the price at the child to whom his wife was bearing. It was a price no parent wanted to pay, but fearing the consequences if he declined, the husband agreed to the arrangement. 

            Before long a small baby girl, with hair the color of gold, was born into a cruel world. Almost immediately after the birth the sorceress appeared.  As she draw close the new father tried to defend the small infant.  With a snap of two boney fingers he knelt down in agonizing pain. Subsequently the child was given to the enchantress.

          The child was to be name after what had brought her to the sorceress.  Rapunzel.  Rapunzel was taken to a tower so high birds could not even fly to the top. Soon the baby grew into a small child. She found a few small things to do in her prison.  She read, painted, ran around in circles, and brushed her still growing hair.  She read of the world outside, of people, she longed for human contact.  However with the sorceress keeping her hidden and locked away for so long poor Rapunzel became anxious and scared by the thought of being around people.

          As Rapunzel brushed her long hair she wondered why the sorceress would refuse to cut her hair.  She soon found the answer. Once her soft golden hair was long enough she would bride it and throw it out the small window to pull the Enchantress up every third day.  Why doesn’t the sorceress go the way she use o to get up the tower?  This was her next question.  But when she questioned the sorceress of it she was simply told, “Stop being so inquisitive you little worthless brat!” These insults came more often and soon the deprived child came to believe the cruel words.

          Soon the small child grow into a young adult.  Her pass activates bored her and she became less motivated to do anything. She would sit on her bed and cry until there were no tears to shed.

               Before long Rapunzel began to fantasize of a prince.  One with eyes as blue as the ocean, with hair black as night, a voice deep as her hair was long, who was only an inch or two taller than her.  One day a voice came throw the window pulling her to the window, when she look down she saw her prince. Exactly how she imagined him. He called to her, ‘’Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair!”  She did as she was told and the prince climbed the soaring tower.  This repeated twice, making a total three times. On the fourth day however no prince came.  With each passing day that the prince was absent Rapunzel only grow more miserable.

          She felt as if she was useless, ugly, worthless, an annoyance to all.  Which is why her parents abandoned her, why the prince left her, why the sorceress was so cruel to her.  She thought why an inadequate being such as herself would be brought into a world with no use for her. 

          This is my story, I am the one whose name is Rapunzel. I brush my pale cheek with the back of my hand to remove a burning tear. To no avail the unwelcome river of fiery tears came.  This must end. All this pain.  No one will miss me.  This is why I am standing on the warm ledge of my tiny window.

          I step forward, and down I fall.