A/N Hi everyone! Not much to say except that number one, you SHOULD hate Nathan. Number two, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! That is all…love you guys! -Liz

My heart pounds in my chest as I fight to restrain myself from hitting something. The nerve of that Nathan! I can hear his boots clicking as he rushes through the halls, searching to find me. If he did find me…no. He wouldn't. I get up as swiftly as I dare, and tiptoe down the hall until I'm outside. Then, I sprint to my destination. I sigh in relief and walk down the aisle of the royal stables until I find Maximus. He nickers softly when he sees me. I take his face and stroke it gently.

"Max…I need to take me somewhere. Anywhere. Just away from here." I whisper, and jump on Max. He apparently knows where we should go, because he gallops a familiar route, and finally he stops running and trots. We slip through a vine wall, and the sight I see catches my breath.

It's…my tower.

My mind's hazy as I enter my old home. It's dusty and dark, but it's still my tower. I run my fingers gently along the wall, along the turned-off stove, along the window, when something catches my eye. It's the same chair that tied Eugene up that fateful day. I run my hand along it, then move on to my paintings. They're still some of my best dreams. Before I can stop myself, a familiar verse came out of my mouth.

"I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere." The next verse is hushed, and it hurts to say it.

"And then I'll brush, and brush…and brush and brush my hair…" my hand slides up to grasp my short brown locks. I can barely continue.

"Stuck in the same place I've always been…and I'll keep wonderin'…when will my life…begin?" A single tear escapes from my eye. No. I can't cry or I'll turn soft. Just then, a voice speaks to me, and it makes my knees go weak. It's a voice I thought-hoped-I would never hear again.

"Hello, dear!"

I know it's short, but again, if it was any longer it would been about three times as long!Working on Chapter 14, and I have to change the rating to T now, just for some mild violence.