Once upon a time this young girl were walking down the street. She really had nothing to do nowadays than to walk. Much better than to be alone with her thoughts, though a little lonely sometimes, than have her stepsister constantly nagging on her. So this is a fairytale. Unfortunately there is no magic in it. Every story is magic in a way, but there doesn't necessarily have to be magic in it. I would like to say that there is, but that's not how life works. Sometimes it screws you over and you kind of just have to live with it. Sometimes everything is perfect and it feels magical, but you somehow still know it isn't. Well, so this fairytale ends badly. Because why not? Why should (almost) every fairytale have a happy ending, when life doesn't always work out that way? Of course we need to have something to believe in, but there is plenty of stories already and I say that this story ends with the stepsister running a knife through the girls heart, well, you see, JUST BECAUSE SHE CAN.