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A Prick of Madness

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A prick of madness

What do you know of the maid cursed to prick her finger and die? Oh? A hundred year sleep and prince's kiss? You know nothing. I was cursed to madness and death. The little fairy tried to save me, but you couldn't expect her to remember madness with death in the air.

I grew up as legends say. Though, my hair is black as night and I'm freckled. Folk tend to exaggerate a princess' beauty. I am by no means a classic beauty, nor a hideous wretch. Not graceful, willowy, or socially shining, I feel more at home in the library or at weaponry practice with the squires then at a ball or dancing. My biggest flaw is my most deadly, I sleep walk.

I've been found shooting arrows, swinging swords, even riding in the countryside, all with unseeing, dreaming eyes. You can imagine how dangerous this is. No matter what has been tried I will not stay in my rooms as I sleep. I am never found where I went to sleep come morning light.

For sixteen long years no one spoke of my curse, no spindles were seen in the kingdom, and I would not stay in bed. On the anointed day, I was never alone. I hadn't slept the night before because of nerves; I could not afford any naps. As the sun set we dared to hope the curse had not taken. So I went to sleep. I haven't woken since.

I can only guess I walked right to the only spindle left and was pricked by it. My blood is frozen in my veins and my heart does not beat. This was done so I wouldn't age for a hundred years. I HATE this. Trapped in real dreams of horror, wondering when I'll be free.

My dreams are my reality. Like a madwoman I roam my castle, unseeing. A wall of thorns around the castle traps me, it's woven closer
then any rug and goes for miles around. Or that's how it appears in my dreams. I have tried to get out but I feel the thorns rip at my flesh and cower back inside. I fear it's all in my head.

All the people I see are hideous beasts who try to kill me. They come with blood covered mouths and sharp knives. I fight back, hear their tortured screams, feel their blood. Am I killing the innocence?  Servants? Nobles? Are my loving dogs the packs of hateful wolves surrounding me? When will I be free from this? Or will I die in madness?
so i was talking to a friend about halloween ideas. no i don't think it's ever to early to think of halloween. and we got to talking of twisted princesses (i'm sure everyone knows of jeftoon01 's work. if you don't check it out here-->[link]) and came up with this idea. What if Sleeping Beauty sleep walked? and had nightmares? put it all together you get an individual with something close to schizophrenia. very sad and scary in my book. any ideas on how she's saved would be welcomed. Hope u like it.
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