Cinderella was out with her step mum & sisters. A young Handsome man was there in the town square. A prince, Cinderella fell in love with him right from that moment, from then on everything was moved very fast, she was married by the end of that month, she couldn't believe her luck finding such a wonderful man.
She moved into an amazing and beautiful palace. She loved it. 'It's huge' she thought. She woke up one morning to the sound of a dripping tap. She got up to see what it was. First she went to the kitchen and saw that there was not a problem. 'Fine' she thought 'then it has to be the bathroom tap', with that she went up the red carpet stairs to the bathroom, she always felt like a superstar, walking on red carpet everywhere she went. She loved it. When she got there, the tap was dripping with what looked like blood. She was shocked by what she saw. She didn't think anything of it at first; she thought 'it must be rust', however after a month she wasn't so sure.
Today was just like any other day; she went in and cleaned the dripping tap. 'She didn't have to do this at home…' she was pulled out of her thoughts when her prince charming came in but he was nowhere near charming. He was holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, 'he looks angry/crazy' she thought as she looked into his now very un-charming face, she moved out of his way and tried to get to the door. Not only it was shut tight, it seemed to be locked. Panic began to grow inside her as she moved to the other end of the room. She was now scared of not only him, but scared of everything in this now not so wonderful palace. 'I must be dreaming' she thought. 'Why would he do this to me?' She started to cry. He had changed from a charming prince in to a monster in only a month. She couldn't believe it!
An hour went by, he finally stopped staring at her and left the room. She ran out of the bathroom and back to her bedroom, she was exhausted. 'At least I managed to get out of there' she thought. She tried to forget about it and closed her eyes, but every time she did she saw him standing there; she tried once more but again with no success but this time when she opened her eyes he was really there. He quickly walked from the bottom of the bed to where she sitting. He put the knife against her neck, she tried to push it away but it was no good; his arm was just too strong for her.
'I knew he was too perfect' was her last thought as he cut her throat and her lifeblood joined the red of the carpet.