Not all princesses get their happily ever after…
They tell me I killed my boyfriend Phillip in cold blood. I stabbed him
twenty one times. I’m only seventeen years old, and I am serving life in
Spindle Ridge Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
I don’t remember killing him, so it’s really hard to believe I’m capable
of murder. In fact I don’t remember anything before I came to Spindle Ridge,
not even my boyfriend.
I can only grasp onto my realistic dreams while the madness of the asylum
threatens to pull me under. I dream I’m a beautiful princess and there is an
evil faerie named Maleficent who is bent on my destruction. The dreams are the
closest thing I have to memories of my life, except they aren’t real.
I’m crazy. I’m not a princess.
They’re the mad illusions of an irrational teenage girl, right?
They’ve assigned me a new doctor, and she says I can trust her, and that
she’ll help me see the truth of who I really am.
When she arrived she brought a new patient, Sawyer, who is everything
Spindle Ridge isn’t: exciting, mysterious and beautiful. He promises he’s here
to rescue me. Trusting either of them frightens me.
Could it be possible that my dreams are more than just the imaginings of
a delusional girl? Could they be truth?
They told me I stabbed my boyfriend, Phillip, but I don’t remember doing it. I actually don’t remember Phillip at all. No recollection of having been in a relationship either. I must have killed him or else I wouldn’t be in Spindle Ridge.
Dr. Altman says that I have to believe that I did it or we will never get anywhere. I’ll admit it’s hard to believe that these hands could stab a person twenty times. No matter how I imagined it, it is always hard to believe.
I sat up listening hard for the screams. When they came again I noticed they were not female, they were male. The screams were deeper and reached a longer distance than Adele’s cries ever could. I wondered if the whole building could hear him.
I pulled my covers up over my neck and covered my face. I just wanted to sleep and fall back into the dream I was having. It was beautiful, and if I had my way, I would stay there forever.
I sat up fast. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember the dream to the last second. It wasn’t the same dream as the one’s prior. This dream was different! This dream was me and a boy.
I never dreamt of anyone but my parents and the evil woman. The dream’s soft lullaby came back to me as I remembered where I was.
The smell of fresh grass came across my senses.
The sky so blue as I lay on a blanket. I rolled over and saw the face of a boy. He was everything that Spindle Ridge wasn’t; he was beautiful. He had long, shaggy, but not unruly, hair that touched his collar. When he smiled at me, he looked like a boy in love. In love with me.
“Get up you lazy sack!”
I opened my eyes and was pulled back into the now. I was forced to leave the dream behind as I was being pulled out of bed by two nurses.