She walked on the white stairs towards the ballroom. Being so shy, still found the guts to look around the rooms for him, the wonderful prince with golden hair. His eyes so bright blue, sparkling like diamonds. Seeing his lips, so soft like rose petals, she wanted to get near him, but it was impossible since too many people were surrounding him, wanting a piece of him. He could not be eatable! Why do they get around him like he is a sweet cake or a loaf of bread.
He was busy with people talking around him, but then in a minute, got bored. When he had seen her, he remained still, and starred at her for a long time. She thought they will always remain young, and live forever, unchanged, and never for a second she didn't think the beautiful dream could turn into gray mist and vanish.
All she wanted was to dance with him, to be in his arms. And there she was, in his arms, in the arms of this unknown blonde prince, dancing like no one could ever see them. Someone should have told her that no one could be trusted. The waited came surprisingly by with drinks in crystal glasses, and she took a glass of red wine.
Waiting for her prince charming, she lived in the present... not knowing he will become a dreadful beast who will want to hunt her down. No one could help her get away from the beast. The beast was feroceous, ugly and greedy.
Out of the dream, into the present.
-If you don't translate I will take your computer and sell it, he treatened his girlfriend.
-You're sick man! or ill I suppose.
-Shut the fuck up! I'm gonna kill you or burn this house. I'm coming to hit you.
She's heading toward the door after staying a little bit like a statue.
"Why does he talk like this? I don't have to work to proove him anything. Why should I work? For him? I'm his hoe and he's the pimp? What the hell is this? Why doesn't he love me anymore?
I didn't mean to hurt him... or kiss someone else. Someone else kissed me. I tried to fight him, he was not smelling good anyway. He was nice, but he was even worse than my husband. He hurt his own wife many times. He wasn't allowed to do that, even if she slept with another guy. Who the fuck makes these men stay with someone in the same house, if the woman is guilty of kissing or being with someone else... or being in love with another guy. No other guy is good enough. I shouldn't have told my mother also, about what happend. I was so stressed, 'cause he didn't let me use the computer in the first place, at least to share my pain, to tell anyone about what he did to me. What love is this? He hit me first, and the I cheated on him. I didn't cheat first and never wanted to do it.
Life sucks anyways! I believed in God in my own way. Now that I believe in His way, it's still the same, still hurting and going through so much pain. Why? All because I haven't met my real prince charming. Sex isn't enough if you can't talk to your boyfriend or husband about anything important. Or anything at all.
I can't sleep in the same bed with him, because my back hurts. I'm sick. He should buy a better bed. I'm sick and tired of he stealing my money. He's under the controll of the devil. I don't want to be on the dark side, on the devil's side. Only on the good side. Good always wins."
-Hello, honey.
-Hello Charlie. How are you?
-I'm sick of my life and also so glad to meet you.
I like you a lot. But you're with your girlfriend. She loves you and she looks like your sister.
But I respect her.
