There once was a princess, long blonde hair, and a voice that made the people swoon at her feet. At a very young age, The princess's King had fled the kingdom, to never return. He had fought for many years after he fled to take the Princess from the Queen, Sending his most trusted knights to come capture her during the night fall. The Queen was frightened, She locked the princess up in a tower far far away. Only allowed to leave for studies at the royal school which was very close by. As the princess sat alone in her tower, She found her passion in writing. Making friends with the fictional characters in her fragile mind. For the kids at the Royal School dismissed her, she was beneath them. 

By the time the princess was in her teenage years, She had fought heartbreak with a prince, Still alone in her tower she sat. The friends she had finally made, tore her apart with their words. None thought about her happiness, all of them thought of themselves. "Maybe Mother will let me come home."
Even as she tried, There was still no response, No contact. Nothing. She was left to her thoughts, her words, her fictional characters. 
She fell into a deep state of depression, for the princess had no one but herself. She found herself writing more characters, becoming attached to each one. She fell for the perfect male's she created, cried over the girls she made heartbroken. 
She was living her own fantasy. Her smile was own written in words, her tears had stained the pages. The moment she found a blade, she would release her anger on her own skin, The princess could barely think. As the addiction rose, her characters became what seamed to be real. She'd see them standing before her. She'd touch them, feel them, Kiss them, hold them. But they weren't real.
By the age of 15, the princess had made it back into the Palace. 
Even when she had everything in the world, She'd always come back to those pages, those characters.

She is me. Let me share those characters with you.