For the first time ever, I’m afraid. It has been very hard to maintain Rapunzel and the other girls over the years. Rapunzel is the oldest, but she is also the most inquisitive. She’s also remarkably naïve. I am not sure whether the tale she told me was fiction, or fact, but I know it’s time to move on.
My girls are my pride. Five beautiful flowers, kept away from the evil of the world. I’m not sure they know how lucky they are. Five different children who do not know the existence of their sisters, all locked away safely in different homes. Rapunzel was the first- a brief idea of madness. But it developed, and I began to want more companions. I’ve been lonely, oh so lonely, over the years. Loneliness has torn part of me away. The world is an evil place, and children are the most vulnerable. I began to look for children: those who the parents could be tricked.
I know I’m a wanted woman. Those parents quickly told authorities, who spread the word. I cannot let my girls outside. Inevitably, they would find out that they were taken, and that people don’t need magic to go outside. I could not take the pain of any of them hating me, or leaving me. I’m a serial kidnapper-but nobody understands what I do for my children. I raise them and love them, and they are forever safe from evil. They will never know pain from a selfish being, or the cold rejection I’ve suffered. Is it a crime to shelter them?
But I cannot be in five places at once. I visit them all daily: but in the time I’m gone I fear. They are all old enough to venture outside by accident, or to be lured out, where they could learn the truth. I panicked yesterday when Rapunzel told me about the man she saw outside. Was it fictious, or truth? If it’s truthful, the man will keep coming back. Any moral citizen would realize she does not leave that tower. But they are wrong, and soon I will run. With them all. It is about time my girls developed a sisterly bond. None of them know that until Rapunzel reached the age of three, they were raised in the same house. Different rooms, of course, so none would remember later on, but all the same. Would my girls doubt me if they knew I kept them apart from eachother?
Matilda, Rapunzel, Gretel, Larissa and Eva are such beautiful names. With my help, they will never go outside.
I surprise myself sometimes. The story about magic surprised even myself. I’ll just keep prolonging teaching them magic, until it’s forgotten. A little lie comes in handy later on. Someday, I’ll tell them the truth.
They will be thankful, I’m sure.