Remember The Reaper

As a child, I discovered a castle. It became a sanctuary from the nightmare that was my life, but my fairytale truly began when he found me. The boy with green eyes and crooked smile. The boy with stories and an imagination that could take us far, far away. In our castle he was the prince, and I the princess. For the first time in my life I was safe, happy. I was loved. But every fairytale has a villain, ours would be no different. I just never expected the villain to be me. Contains mature themes.

I remembered her. I remembered everything. But was it a blessing or a curse? Half of me was still in love with the blue eyed girl wearing my crown around her neck. The other, felt betrayed that she could walk away when I needed her the most. Struck down by her absence, an internal war brewed within my kingdom. Along with my childhood memories a new emotion was unleashed, one I was unable to control. Rage. Unbridled, unrelenting, rage. Contains mature themes.