How long has it been since I've been here? A week? Three months? A year? It doesn't matter, nothing seemed to be right in my life. My life has been a complete lie, a total waste. The old witch only leaves when we run out of items for survival; while I am stuck in this tower, chained up at my ankles; I can't paint to get my mind off of things, I can't sing, I can't do what I normally would have done. I glance down at the floor; I forgot that she wouldn't let me bring Pascal along. My poor friend, the only one who would was there for me when I needed it. My heart still beckoned for my knight in shining armor to rescue me. I wish to have a place where I can truly call "home". The sound of pounding rocks hit the window; the old careless mother was waiting.

"Rapunzel, let down your hair."

I hated doing this. Especially now. I didn't wish to face more punishment for disobedience, I let my hair down to her. I pulled her up slowly to make sure I don't slip on the chain on my way of walking backwards. She came into view, dark sinister eyes look straight at me.

"I brought back parsnips."

"Oh yay." I sarcastically cheer.

"Will you please try to act like I am at least mean something to you?"

"I'll try." I say.

"You really think that I will forgive you for the things you done, just like that; like it never even happened?"

"I still care about you, my dear." She pauses, heading to the stove, "You needed to get away from that frog of yours and that thief."

"Do you really have to bring that up?" I ask, sounding rough, "You know I am dealing with this toughly."

"And do you think I care?"

"I wouldn't expect you to care one bit about my pain."

"Aw, I'm hurt." She stops, "Do you really think that low of me?"

"I didn't used to."

"At least you are being honest."

"She's hurt? I am the one who is the victim here."

"Go wash up, and get ready to help me with dinner."

I walk away, sighing as I got to wash up.

"Rapunzel, could you grab the tomatoes?"

"Alright." I sigh a little, drying off my hands.

"If she beats me up to a bloody pole . . ." I pause, "Why isn't she treating me as a slave?"

I took the basket over to the small table near the stove. I remembered those times that we made food together. Before any of this ever happened.

"Now, go step away." She hisses, "I got this."

I stepped to the side.

"I never thought he would get this close." She whispers, "At this rate he will find her in a day! I can't let that happen."

"Eugene!? You're closer?"

My heart pounded softly, I was breathing softly. Any moment he could show up. I turn my head to the side, seeing something green, hiding in the darkness. I inhaled deeply and headed over to it.

"Pascal, what are you doing here?" I whisper softly to him, "What if she see's you?"

He made a noise with his tongue, it was quiet so Gothel couldn't hear.

"Eugene lost his way?"

He replies.

"Where do you think he could've gone?"

Pascal nods his head as he spoke.

"Off to get help."

"Rapunzel, who are you talking to?" Gothel asks.

"No one." I nervously say.

"Then why are you talking to yourself?"

"I sometimes do it." I returned to my whisper, "See what I am going through."

He replies.

"Tell him not to worry about my appearance when he comes." I smile, "You should get going, hurry."

I watched him as he left through the opened window. I smile brighter, knowing that he's getting help. I am a step forward to my freedom.

"Eugene, I love you." I pause, "I am sure you can make it."