I love you... You were the only one who saw the real me. You didn't see me as the golden title I held, all these riches that I have you never care about.

As an Artist I dedicate my life to my work. I soon became the greatest Artist in the world. My worth was attached to that of my work. And soon after my own work also lost it's meaning. I was reduced to just my title and the money I made because of it. I am a fool and loved a girl I thought loved me. Only to find out she was with many others and was only with me for the money.

I am a fool thinking you would be different...

I left the city soon after she broke up with me. I ran away, hiding from the world in my golden tower. I was alone... Till I met you.

I was always wary of others but you were able to slip in so easily. The only word I could used to describe you is... Kind. You would always smile so brightly near me. It was like we had known each other of years.

You would praise the art I had made and You helped me regain my passion for art.

But, Sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people. The girl loved my wealth and you... You loved my Creations, my Art.

You never truly loved me, didn't you? My worth was always attached to my work, wasn't it? The one you love isn't me.

Chains that tie you to the ground, Chains that won't let you move around. Everyday and every night hoping this might be the night. But those chains won't let you go as your despair starts to grow.

Chains that tie you around, Change that won't let you leave the ground "Let me out, someone please" you call into the night. But these people won't let you go, for they hold the key to the door. Everyday and every night pleading this might be the night.

Everything in place that's how it's supposed to be. Everything neatly packed and organized. That's how it should be. Until was till you came along. You would always make a mess and do things without a plan. Always running around ruining my delicate plan. If it weren't for me you would have been cut in three, from all the dangers that you bring. "Why do you stay you" asked me one day. Why did I stay? I should have stayed far away. Oh right, I like it this way.

If you had just done the assignment from beginning you wouldn't be here. In the middle of the night on the day before it's due trying to make your own god damn recipe. 'You know what? No' your to tired for this, why not look something up and turn that in.

You turn on your desktop and search for "Easy chocolate chip cookies recipes" and click on the first result. You click on the download button and without even checking it you print it out. But to your dismay all that was printed was what you believed to be an error screen. You sigh and toss into the trash can. You quickly print out a different recipe and head to bed.

After returning from school you decide it would be the best to clean up your room, since your mom has been nagging you about it for a long time.

That's when you found the crumbled recipe on the ground near the trash can as you had failed to throw it in last night. Opening it up you realize it was not an error screen but in fact some weird text reading; "Hjab Eish Luab Paij Mqox Eazd Pwuo Lmaz Eeix Aorh Szuw Eqwu, by First Letter" Something spelled strange about this you kept staring at the only readable words 'First Letter'. What could that mean, and what's with this weird language. Could it be referring to the first letter of the message? You decided to check that out and pick up your pencil from your desk. Slowly you write the first letter of the message to reveal the new letters; "H-E-L-P M-E P-L-E-A-S-E"