Today marks the 30th year of me being trapped in this hellhole. Yes, 30 years of me going insane in this tower.

When I got first trapped by the witch, the word spread across the land like wildfire. Princes and Knights fought to rescue the damsel, but they all fail, terribly.

I was so livid at all of them proclaiming their love and just leave once they lost. The witch decided that I am no longer of her interest, and leave me to rot. I’ve heard of princesses getting rescue and becoming friends with the witches! Where’s mine?

I am so done with all the crap, so I decided that I am just going to get out of here myself. A very brave decision, I know, but this is going to be a whole lot difficult than I imagine.

My tower is surrounded by a lake of lava, and the window that I am provided with, leads straight to it, which means I could meet death earlier than I planned to. Though, that sounds intriguing I need to escape with all my limbs attached to my body. So I need to do this in the old fashion way, tie my bedsheet and dresses.

The witch was kind enough to give me a closet that produce new dresses everyday, a table that gives three meal a day and a place where I could clean. This place is inviting for outsiders but when you are alone with the heat, you tend to do crazy things like right now.

I tied up the longest rope I’ve ever done with all the things I’ve got and threw it out the window. Just one mistake and I could be a roasted human, no pressure.

I climbed out and instant regret hits me in the gut. The safety is a lucky jump away from where I am hanging and that is no good news. Why did I ever choose to get out of the tower? The heat got more intense as I climbed down more. You could say I was doing well as I reached the middle, I jinxed it and slipped.

Only to caught the rope again mere meters away from the molten lava. Freedom is so close I could just lick it. I pray to all the gods I’ve ever known and pushed myself into the hot air.

I am back! And I am glad that I am:)