I'm sorry for the previous page. Although at the only person I can imagine that will be reading this will only ever be me. Maybe I should explain a bit..

I'm kinda locked up. Like a princess in a fairytale except the evil witch was still nice enough to to give Repunzel a window.

Well... I guess I have a window.. If you count a sky light. All I can see is blue sky. And if you ask if you can break it. You can't. You've tried. It's probably made of some plastic.

I mean I did try to stab Tearin with a fork he gave me to eat with to see if I could run.. Now I don't get forks. It doesn't really matter.. I can't eat anyways. Crying doesn't really make me feel better either. I kinda just lay in the bed I was given and hide. There's not much in the room anyways. Tearin has told me that I can fill up the room as the year goes on.. A year. I don't want to be here for another minute much less a year. I hate this all. I can hear Tearin down stairs right now.

There's him just watching tv. I think I heard my name from some women on the tv. But right now I just have to wait for Chris to come find me. I know he'd look for me.