Not everything ends as they do in the fairytales my mom used to tell me before I went to bed at night. There is no "happily ever after" not here and especially not now .I stood in this dark dreary room wearing nothing but a thin piece of cloth that couldn't have passed as a shirt. I clutched my sister's hand tightly in my own not wanting to let go, to have to face what I knew was coming for me.

"I promise you one day I will come back and get you and we will go away together" I whispered softly in her ear.

Cynthia only four at the time spoke softly "I love you sissy you're the best big sister ever"

"Come now girl you can't be hanging around such things" my father spat at me from across the room his authoritive voice caused Cynthia to squeeze my hand once more and gently slide off the wooden bed.

Her ice blue eyes were wet with tears as she looked back at me with a small smile on her a face the smile that I would hold in my memory forever.

A tall dark man with shaggy blond hair gently approached the cell I occupied and lifted his head in my direction and looked as if he smelled the air around him. AS he turned his head the light bounced off his eyes which were a vicious ruby. I had to stifle a gasp having some odd felling he would of heard it.

He gently reached for the keys hanging from his pocket. He shook them free and gently put a silver one in the lock. With a quick flick of his wrist I was locked inside this hell hole.

"It's your first night and well go easy on you, your medicine starts tomorrow" he said angrily as he stalked off.

I was left alone in the dark once the lamp was shut off lying on the hard wooden bed, thinking only about what tomorrow would bring.