Depressed Disney
The little blue birds sat outside the window and let out their high pitched chirps as the sun peeked in through the window. The amount of sun that made it through the tiny window was meager, but she was happy with what she got. She rose out of bed, her silky sheets kissing her clear, virgin skin. She perched herself near the window and began brushing her hair. She hummed her favorite tune as she continued brushing. Her days are all the same; she brushes her hair until her arm is numb, she paints and she waits. She waits for her mother to leave. She waits for him.
When her mother finally leaves, he can creep out of the bushes he has been hiding in since the sunrise. Everything gets brighter to her when she sees him. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel -" Before he can ask her to, she tosses her perfectly brushed hair out of the window. He grabs it and holds on tight as she heaves it back up the side of the tower. He squeezes through the window as she begins to brush her hair again. They talk about everything and nothing. He reads her poetry, they speak about her paintings and they draw each other. It's an innocent but truly beautiful love. They touch hands and fire ignites on her skin. She blushes and looks away. She wants him.
There is no time tonight. Her mother will be back soon. They say goodbye and she lowers him down the wall. She gazes out the window at the stars and brushes her strong, lengthy hair. Her whole world changed that night.
She awoke to darkness and the shrill screaming of a drill. The figure of her mother in the dark resembles that of a monster. Rapunzel cries out as she realizes what has been done. Her tiny window has been overcome by thick metal bars. He will never be able to get into the castle without that window. Rapunzels' only escape has been stolen in her slumber.
The next few months are grim for Rapunzel. He has stopped coming. He has given up on her. She grows to loathe the early morning bird songs. She doesn't brush her hair with the dedicated vigor she used to. She has lost interest in everything that once brought her joy. She begins to feel hopeless and sad all the time. It weighs her down more and more each day. She no longer lingers by the window to enjoy the view; she lays in her bed humming a sad song. Her mind grows diseased with twisted thoughts and scary feelings. The disease spreads further through her body everyday.
Her hair, not brushed, has become coarse and rope like. She wakes one day with a tainted sense of energy. She jumps out of bed and sits by the window. It's a dreary day. The sky has broken and is weeping. Rapunzel sees the dark grey of the sky as her heart. It's the perfect day for what's about to happen. She begins a tight, strong braid at the base of her neck and continues for as long as her arm can take. She drags her heavy braid through the tower to the top of the stairs. She flings the braid over the banister and works on the next step of her obscure, glamorous plan. She creates a necklace out of the rest of her braid and tightens it around her neck. It's time.
She kicks off her too-tight shoes and climbs up on the banister. She dangles one foot over the edge and breathes in deep. She walks off the banister in one quick motion. The braid tightens around her throat as her feet dangle above the living room furniture. She fights for a split second and then remembers that this is what she wants. She lets her weight and gravity pull the braid even tighter. Her eyes bulge in her head. They become dry as her blinking slows. Her mouth begins to slack as she loses air in her lungs. Her pretty little mouth that never got to touch him. She doesn't regret her decision, even as her body naturally struggles. Soon, she stops struggling and just is quiet. She sees her mother come in. Her mother's face is unforgettable as she tries to fix what Rapunzel has done. But it's too late. She's been quiet too long.
Quiet.
Dead. Mommy's little princess.