Once upon a time there was a maiden in a tower. No her name was not Rapunzel, no she was not trapped. In fact she was the one to put herself up there. No one really knew why. Some thought it was for attention, most just assumed she was weird and wanted nothing to do with her. Even she never gave a reason why she locked herself away in the tower. Eventually the townsfolk made up stories to tell their children about the beautiful maiden with the long golden hair. When in fact the girl thought herself average and had a head of dark lifeless hair. Upon hearing the tales of the maiden in the tower a handsome prince came riding along and called to the maiden secluded in the tower. He asked her to let down her hair so that he may climb up. Although the maiden lacked the hair to do so she had fashioned a roped from golden cloth incase she ever needed to escape. When the girl heard the voice call to her she thought of using the rope to pull the prince up. Then she wondered first what he would say when she was not as beautiful as the stories made her. The she began to worry if she would be able to hold on as he climbed up. Then she began to fret over if he decided to leave her. In the end she sat and said nothing after he called to her several more times. She sat there in her room on the mattress and frame she called her bed, staring unblinkingly and emotionlessly out the window, from which the voice traveled through with tears rolling down her eyes. Here she sat everyday, through every prince, pauper, and child who called to her, waiting for the one who would break down the walls she put up instead of climbing over them.