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Gazing at myself in my mirror, I thought about how beautiful I was. I am a princess, the daughter of the king from a neighbouring kingdom. When I turned eleven, he had this tower built for me, a sort of birthday gift. Inside was everything I could ever ask for: the biggest closet I’ve ever seen filled with the latest dresses, a large mirror, a queen size bed, etc.

The only thing was, the builders forgot to put in stairs or even an elevator, so I was trapped up here after I came up for a sneak peek of my rooms. I couldn’t tell my father to help get me out of here; there was no communication between me and the outside world.

Five years past and I had begun to grow bored of this small tower. What I had thought as large only a few years ago now seemed too small. I needed the social aspect, as well, or I would go crazy from talking to myself day in and day out.

One day I was sitting on my balcony overlooking my land: the gentle hills, fields of white flowers and a dark forest. The fascination of seeing these things for real caught my attention.

Since no one remembered that I was here, and there was no prince coming to save me, I decided that there was only one choice.

I had to jump.

I looked through my closet for a pretty dress to wear on my trip and a parasol to catch me when I fell. As I closed my closet door, a small envelope fluttered down from high on my bookshelf and fell at my feet. Opening it, I saw a small brass key and the following note:

If you ever have the urge to leave this place, take this key with you. Lock your patio doors and if you ever get the chance to return, open the doors with it.

Now, being prideful, I tossed the key in my fireplace, I would never want to come back here. Without another glance into my mirror, I grabbed my things, locked the doors, and stepped off of my balcony into mid-air.

It was a long way down, far longer than I expected. My parasol didn’t help at all; I should have made a long rope from my bedsheets to climb down from.

Hitting the ground hard, I lay there for a while, taking inventory of my bruises and cuts. How could things have turned out this way? There seems to be no prince waiting for me, and there is no way I can get back up into the tower, and even if I could, the key has been melted away. My dress was ruined, covered with spots of mud and dirt; tattered and flowing in the wind.

But to me the absolute worst thing was that there were no mirrors out here, so I had no way of checking how I looked. I was left wondering whether I was still beautiful ... or if the fall had changed the story completely.