I've been here for 300 years, and not much has changed; I walk the same halls, talk to the same people, read the same books, and think the same thoughts every day. Maybe the only thing that has changed is my distance compare to others.
Most others just hurt me, so why would I want to be near them? Many run away from me, spouting lies to anybody within earshot. Even the ones who can't run at least try to kill themselves before I get the chance.
But it's not like I would.
I give help when I can, but most don't want to be near me, and are too afraid to let me try.
All I need, to be free from this cursed castle, is somebody to show me compassion and love.
What if nobody can save me...? Is it even possible for somebody to love something like me? A poor, cursed, human; bearing resemblance to an animal, a lion, a beast?
People enter and leave as they please, releasing me back into loneliness. Their image in my head is fleeting, a piece of snow within the blizzard of life. They melt away all too quickly, leaving nothing but water on my cheeks.
I've been to more funerals that I care to count.
But, perhaps this time will be different. I found another one in the woods recently, another human, lost and in pain. This one... This one was different. It- she- didn't scream when she saw me. She looked almost hopeful, like I might be the answer to all of her problems.
Maybe she can save me.
She speaks softly,as if she's afraid to hurt me or even break the comfortable peace we have going. I feel like she's switched our places somehow, our roles as hunter and hunted. She seems happy to talk to us, my servants and I.
My books have more meaning now, my friends seem happier, the halls don't seem to be nearly as dusty, and my thoughts keep straying to newer, more inventive things. I don't feel nearly as secluded as I was.
Maybe she was meant to break the castles' curse.
Maybe I'm just deluding myself.