Twenty One

The mind is a very powerful tool. It can be used to shape the most beautiful stories, the most sinful of fantasies and the scariest of nightmares. The mind is capable of destroying even the sturdiest of towers but it is also capable of building up the most resilient people.

Grief, just like the mind, is a beauty disguised as a demon. When welcomed and nurtured, it leaves peacefully, offering its host the gift of closure and solace.

But when ignored and left to its own devices, grief can turn even the sweetest memory into a bitter nightmare.

Years later, when The Wrong Cinderella was behind me, my psychologist would teach me all these things.

But right then, I was seventeen and oblivious to the fact that I hadn't all