Her fairy-tale didn’t come true.
“One day your true love will come and rescue you from this tower.”
After ten long years, she was tired of waiting. The tower was cold and boring, and the old lady who brought food was no company at all.
She was ready with a broken bottle in hand. She waited until she heard the key in the lock and slow steps on the stairs.
“How are we today, Dearie?”
“I’m ready for a new start, actually,” she said.
The old woman screamed as the jagged bottle sliced her neck.
“Thanks for nothing.”