*I'm not good at writing and I just started soo.. But please give advice and feedback!*

Tick. Tick.

Says the clock sitting impatiently on my nightstand- seemingly mocking me and my hope.

I glare back at it and annoyingly make my way across to my long-suffering wall that is etched in my also very annoyed, dull chalk. I sit on my worn-out bed as it creaks and groans for the hundredth time. 

"I'm sick of your flat butt squishing me every day, get up and do something productive."

I roll my eyes, "Piss off."

_Great_. Now I'm talking to objects and designating emotions to them. How _crazy_ am I? No. I'm not crazy, this whole situation I've been stuck in for nearly my whole life is. 

They told me, “_You're handsome, kind, and brave Prince Charming will come and rescue you. It’s only a matter of time._”

Hah. What a line_. _Well, _time_ must be my top hater because I have dreadfully waited like a begging dog here for years. 

“Well,” I quietly scoff, “You know what time?” I sneer, and I hope I don’t sound as crazy as I feel. “Times up.”

My whole life, I’ve been relying on a stranger who _obviously _has better things to do in their life. Well, I’m done. Time is merely just an egotistical, jerk off, who I am now not even wanting to wait for.

Meh. He was probably ugly anyways.

Anger sets in my soul as I quickly grab my things, (which is only one bag since I wasn’t expecting to make this my home). I push open the rusty door and take my first step out of my long isolation. 

_I’m free._

I squeal as I race through long, bulky stairs, excited to meet my long awaited freedom. The last step greets me and I finnaly descend when a disturbing roar echoes off the walls, shaking the room, much like my hands.

_Shit._

Kinda forgot about that whole dragon thing that the prince has to defeat in order to win my favor.

Well, what if I want my own favor? I can defeat a large, fire breathing dragon who probbaly wants nothing but merley my flesh and bones. Heh..

Welp, heres to time.

I slowly tip-toe while trying to peek at what most likeley will be my end. Gold flushes my eyes as marble floor decorates the room, shining like heaven.

And I get the rusty small room? _Wow_.

Suddenly, the once delightful gold color quickly turns into a black, cold hue. Feirce, green eyes sternly stare at me, almost signaling me to run. A loud, slow growl rumbles through the room, and I try not to squeal- only this time it's a squeal of horror. The dragon opens it's mouth and a sudden color of red and orange fills it.

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_Fuc- I mean- fudge_

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Fire rushes to me, and I let out a scream as I run and nearly miss my slow, burning death, falling to the heaven like floor.

_Hm._ Maybe time is on my side.

Pain surely isn't. I shakingly lift up my hand and touch my pounding head as my hand drops, coated in blood. I look around the room for something to save me. A big mirror greets me, as I confusingly look back at myself.

There behind me, a shiny sword awaits, sparkiling like hope. I quickly turn my head and grab it. I stand to my feet, gathering up all my strength as I look down at the sword which sits almost- comfortable at the sweat and figure of my hand. I look back at the mirror, unrecognizing the girl in front of it with blood, dirt, sweat, and a big sword looking like death itself.

_Hm_. I smile back at myself. It's just "times up" for the old me.