*This is a lovely femslash i read somewhere on fanfiction.net. Go to the website, click movie, then scroll and find sleeping beauty. there are plently of good stories there, i will post the rest of this story if you like, its my favorite:)*
I cannot move.
It is perhaps the worst feeling in the world to be completely aware of one's miserable circumstances and completely unable to do anything about them.
I want to run. Pace. Beat against the walls of my prison. But I cannot even see where I am. All I can see is the back of my eyelids. It is as if I were asleep.