For as long as she could remember, she had always wanted to get rid of the cross around her neck. Day in, day out, the scotching heat emitting from it would drive her crazy. Her only consolation was the voices in her head. Their long lost princess, they called her. They asked her to hold on; they promised to rescue her. Retreating back into the web of darkness, she waited. Her days of scratching against the mental walls, hoping that someone would break the lock would soon be over. All she needed to do was to win his heart and turn it black.
Written in response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #29