|The True Story of Rapunzel
Author: enterprisealien PM
We've all heard the story of Rapunzel, and we've all asked the question: How strong is hair? This fic combines the two.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Words: 524 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 3 - Published: 03-11-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2839847
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"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
I really, really hated that voice. Every day, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel..." It was going to drive me INSANE! That, and the fact that I'm not allowed to see anyone else. I let down my hair so the witch could climb up. She tugged at my hair as she climbed up and I winced in pain.
"How are you today Rapunzel?" She asked.
"Fine. Dandy. Never better." I muttered as I pulled my hair up.
"Honestly now. How do you feel?"
"Do you really want to know?" I asked. She nodded. "I hate this tower. I hate you. I hate how you have to climb up my hair every day instead of giving me a ladder I could lower down. I hate not being able to meet anyone else, and did I mention that I hate you?"
"So negative today. How about we play a game?"
"I don't want to play a game! How old do you think I am? I'm not a kid anymore! I'm sixteen! I want to go out and meet people! I want to be normal, and normal people don't spend their lives in towers!" I shouted at her.
She smiled and nodded. "Are you sure you're getting enough sleep?" She asked me.
"Of course I'm getting enough sleep! What do you think I can do here?"
"Hmph. Well, we'll just have to see if you're in a better mood tomorrow. Let me down."
"No." I said tilting my head back. "Get down yourself."
"Why you little, insolent, brat. Let me down now!" She said and grabbed my hair. She flung it out the window and began climbing down.
I cried to myself for about an hour after that until I heard someone coming.
"Hello? Is there anyone in this tower?" He called out.
"Yes! Just me!" I shouted down from the window. I saw a young man about my age.
"How did you get there? There is no door."
"I don't know! I've lived here all my life. There's only that old hag who comes once a day."
"How does she get up?"
I threw my braid down. "By climbing."
He began to climb, and I felt a much harder pull on my hair. I had never before then realized how little the witch weighed. "Ow!" I cried. I felt my hair being tugged out. Then, I couldn't take it anymore. When I was about to yell out for him to stop, all my hair was torn from my head. I was bleeding a lot. I glanced out the window, and saw his still form before I collapsed.
"So, what did we learn?" The witch asked me a week later.
"Other people are to heavy to climb up the wall using my hair." I muttered. "If they do, they will rip my hair out and break many bones."
Well, I thought, at least he didn't die. And besides, now I have a friend locked in a tower directly opposite from mine. I made a decision then: My life stinks.