AN: Based on this picture prompt: staircase, community(dot)livejournal(dot)com/wicked_prompts/35401(dot)html
All her life she had been the powerless one, the one who needed to be looked after, suffocated by the loving concern of her family and ignored by the one person whose love she wanted.
It all changed when she became the Governor. She was still physically just as helpless, as useless, as she had always been but now she had power over an entire country.
Nothing changed when she became the Governor, for all her power she could not command him to love her and instead had to live in constant denial of his true feelings towards her.
In exultation she took her first steps, convincing herself that it was her helplessness that kept him from loving her.
In a rage brought on by hopelessness she cursed the only person she'd ever truly loved, punishment for breaking her heart.
In guilt and regret she blamed one of the only people who had ever loved her, driving her sister away forever, and watched as Boq left her as well.
Finally she cried, for what felt like hours, not only because she was alone, not just because she had hurt those she loved and who loved her, but because in her loneliness she saw herself for what she truly was.
Afterwards she felt numb, like she hadn't truly experienced all of this but watched as someone else did.
Bemused she rose to her feet, a action that still amazed her, it occurred to her that she hardly cared despite having wanted this since the day she realised she could never have it.
There was one thing she wanted to do, one thing that still struck some emotion in her heart.
Full of determination she walked to the entrance hall of the grand house she had grown up in and, for the first time, climbed the grand staircase that led upstairs – all the way to the roof.
The world was unnaturally silent and, at first, she thought it was just because she was three storeys up from the ground. She also thought the haze on the horizon was an oncoming storm until, caught up in momentary delight at where she had climbed to, she twirled and realised the clouds were all around her and not clouds at all.
She screamed as the eye of the twister passed by and she was caught by the winds. A squarish object, its nature blurred by the fury of the wind, flew towards her.
For a moment everything was dark and she hurt.
Then there was only darkness.