A girl who only wanted to be free finds herself forever locked in a cage as a prisoner of darkness. Unknown to her, "the doll which is purely 'white' is nothing but a puppet with unseen 'black' strings"...
How will she be able to cut her own strings instead of cutting others'? With the help of new people and friends, she's bound to be able to do it.
Right?
(( I do not own Pandora Hearts in any way, shape or form. I don't own it as a triangle, square, octagon, hexagon, cube or any other shape. Nor do I own it as a monkey, cat, dog, grasshopper, or any other form, Flying Mint Bunny included. NOR do I own it as/in one way, two ways, 69 ways and the list goes on. ... i just don't own it, and i never will. Q~Q ))
Update on January 2, 2015: I really don't like how I worded my fanfics, the untouched arrors on the grammar and stuff, etc. so i'll be putting this story on hiatus. Feel free to comment my mistakes, to give opinions, or just drop by to say 'hi'.