My father has taught me well.

For so long I have lived inside this dark prison. No light, save for from the barred window. I am the Rapunzel my mother once told me about. Unlike that fool, however, I have a plan. It is simple enough. Just get out and run.

Run from my past, and run for my future; I have no choice any longer. God forgive me for what I intend to do. I know this is a sin, but I have no way to prevent this. They would not let me simply walk away. They did not let mother walk away.

I gather what I need, shrinking down the book my mother cherished enough to hide it under our bed. At least, she called it a bed. With a frown, I carefully prepare myself. I stand next to the door, listening. May God forgive me.

A brief tussle, and it is over. I pull my blunt scissors back, and clutch them close to my chest. Please forgive me. Then I run. Once outside, I concentrate. I disappear from view.

My father taught me well indeed.