Fairy tales

Fairy tales is a part of every childhood. But in my case, it followed further than childhood. I'm 17 now, and I still love them. My mom used to read them out loud, until I was five, and... well, she weren't there anymore. The only thing I have left from her, is these stories.

But what if, some day I recognized some object from my stories? It sounds crazy, but I swear, it happened. A white tail and a big pocketwatch chasing after it, and I think it said something about being late. Would you follow it? I did. I was curious. One of my stories had gotten real. But I definitely didn't believe that I would fall. Deeper and deeper. I couldn't tell when it would end, but I could tell when it began.


7. Let down your hair

I closed my eyes, and felt all the water around me disappear. Suddenly I was all dry. I could suddenly feel some kind of a heavy weight around my head. "Leah, Leah. Let down your hair." I could hear someone say. I opened my eyes, and found myself in a round room, quite big actually, with only one window.
'There, the voice again.' I looked out of the window. A person were down there. 'Was I in Rapunzel?' That was the Prince. I looked behind me, and saw a pile of hair stacked on the floor. Suddenly I understood the weight on my head. I gathered it all, and threw it out the window. 'What could happen? It's a story.'
The prince started climbing. 'Auch.' I actually thought it would hurt less. I had to curl it around something. A hook, in the wall beside the window. I used all my strength pulling my hair, so it could reach. It felt so much better.
A hand showed up in the window. I took a deep breath. He jumped through the window and looked at me. Now I could clearly see his face. 'No... Him again.' I walked backwards, as he started walking towards me.
I felt something pulling my hair. 'The hook! My hair was stuck. I tried getting it of, but it wouldn't. 'Finally.' I dropped the lock and ran. He tried grabbing me, but I dodged. The he went for my hair. He stepped on it, so I fell backwards. He grabbed my wrists, and held them locked to the floor. "How funny meating you again, Leah." 'He remembers? How come?' "Who are  you?" I asked. "You know me," he said. "But you also don't know me." Who the hell was this guy?! And how did he know my name? "How do you know my real na..." He cut me off, by covering my mouth with his. I suppose this is what people call a 'Spider-man kiss'. To be honest, it felt kind of weird. I struggled. Once again he had stolen a kiss. What did this guy want?!

After a minute of struggle, I was beginning to have a hard time breathing. My muscles wouldn't function properly, my vision went kind of blurry. I guess he noticed, that I didn't struggle that much any more, cause he gathered my hands, and tied them my miles long hair. He turned around without releasing my mouth once. I could suddenly feel something warm inside my mouth. You gotta be kiddin' me! He stuck his tongue down my throat! I wanted to scream and push him away, but my body wouldn't react. He was the dominant now. I had no possibility of rejecting, until I drifted out in unconsciousness.

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