DAY 7 - Pretty

It'd been a week since I'd been stuck here now, but now my entire house was unlocked!

I was quite confused by what the window tried to show me everytime but my first thought was to eat as I hadn't had any food the day before: after all I could access the kitchen.

I knew the food wouldn't last me forever but it would have been enough for a month, after all I didn't need full meals and I could now cook and bake with the ingredients as well.

-Ahh!! My first warm meal, how I missed it!-

I digged in the quickest thing I could have made: instant noodles.

Don't judge me, I just wanted something warm quickly since I had been eating it cold and dry!

Anyhow it's been a week so you must be expecting something special right?

My name?

Well, let me reintroduce myself.

My name is not so important.

I'm a 22 yo girl, or perhaps a woman at this point.

It might sound weird but my best quality is being pretty:

I have pale skin, perhaps because I always stay in but I hardly get tan. Either way I look good with darker skin as well.

My height is average but I've always had a nice body without much effort, my face is actually average too, big dark brown eyes, small lashes, a nose I dislike, glowy skin, doll like lips.

How am I pretty then?

Guys I've dated call me a princess, and it's not just because of my lazy or sweet attitude or love for cute and fancy things.

I have jet black wavy hair, and it's really long y'know? I sit and tilt my head and it frames my hair perfectly, while locks fall around my body hiding it

"You look like a princess locked up in a far away tower"

I'm not sure what he meant by the last part, but I took the princess part as a compliment back then.

I always thought I was average looking, but at some point I started looking at myself realised I wasn't so bad. It was around the same time I shut myself in my house, well in my room.

Being pretty was all I had but it wouldn't be enough to keep people in my life.

"If I'm pretty and they leave, does that mean I'm the problem and I can't blame it on being superficial?"

I had no excuses if people disliked me.

I sat in my bed to eat my noodles doing my best to not make a mess.

-But you see, sitting here, hugging my plushie at night to be able to sleep, resting my head on it as the only warmth I can get is my own, I see my own hair locks fall in front of my face, and as I move them, I start really feeling like a princess, once stuck in a tower, lonely, but it's her own fault that she couldn't be better, be enough-

I sent the audio to him, the person who called me such a princess, since all devices seemed to be working again, not that the message would still send or even if sent, as if it wouldnt be ignored.

-or maybe I feel like a doll, the best I can do is look a little decent with so much effort but moving just a little is so hard, my limbs feel dead, I feel soulless, empty...so please...help me...if I'm a princess can't this be a fairytale..I'm scared...I'm sorry for everything so please get me out...-

It's a little embarassing but I was having an emotional breakdown.