**Some language may cause discomfort for some readers. I have replaced them with an asterisk (*)\, but it may still contain some sort of violence. Thank you for your understanding. **

Almost all witches in fairy tales are evil, with warts on their face, the cauldron with slimy green toxic-looking liquid that they mix, a hut they live in located in a dense forest, they cackle they let out as a laugh. It’s known as the classic witch, in those dark English folk and fairy tales.

“F*cking f*gots! You could’ve killed them like… 2\, 3 metres away! You…!” A sigh. “I’m out. You b*stards can play on your own.” Another sigh. A grumble from her stomach. Tick. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tick. Tock. What’s the time? Swinging her head towards the clock on her right\, a crack from her neck. Ow. Oh sh*t. It’s 6am. Sh*t. F*ck. Well\, not that I have classes still\, she thought. I should sleep. She got into her comfy bed\, her eyes droopy from staying awake since 5 the previous morning. A blaring ring.

“Can I not get any sleep?” She got up to get the landline. “I should throw that one away. Ugh. Wait\, what?” Dizzy. Dizzy. Very dizzy. “Sh*t. No\, not now. Please\, not now.” It happened. F*ck. She passed out again. Living by herself wasn’t easy. It never was. Never was\, isn’t now\, never will.

When she woke up, she was at the hospital. “Argh. What the hell,” she muttered under her breath, her head throbbing. She got up, still sitting on her bed.

“Alexis Lu. I swear I told you to eat,” a man said. “SO WHY THE F*CK DIDN’T YOU?!”

“B*tch I didn’t eat, not didn’t hear,” she replied. “And. Just call me Alex. There’s only two letters to drop. Not that hard, you turd.” He scoffed. He slapped. Her pain. Her regret. His regret. Her disbelief.

“S-s-sorry!” He ran. Like how I ran from my problems. Deja vu. D*mn it. That stupid memory. Tch.

“Tch. People think a single ‘sorry’ can cut it. It obviously won’t. I despise them the most.” She felt her left cheek where she’d been slapped. Pain. “I deserve it\, don’t I?” A frown. Pain. Regret. “I couldn’t save them…” A tear. Two tears. A sob. A sniffle. A thought. A grave. Two names. A couple. An accident. Two deaths. A tragedy. A motive. A story that you’ll probably forget after reading… *slaps author* An unforgettable story.

Who knows? Maybe, you’ll be the one that figures this out. Or perhaps, you’re just here because you’re bored. Anyway, enjoy! :)

**To the readers reading this\, I might not have a stable schedule for this work yet\, I'm still trying to figure this out. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. **

“Pain is something that can be soothed, can be permanent, but can’t never happen. You’re bound to feel pain at least once in your life,” King Andrew once said. “Death is an unavoidable tragedy. You die either of natural causes or purposeful causes. There’s nothing that lasts forever, neither can you.

“Alexis… whatcha doin’? I can lend a hand, tell me what I should look for and-”

“Silence!” Huff. Huff. Huff. Salty tears. Sad sobs. No pictures. “I… can look for them myself. I don’t need you\,” she said turning toward him\, “Ever. Get your *ss out my room. My home. My empire. And you know what? If you’re gonna be an *sshole about two dead people you don’t know\, get the f*ck out of my-”

“Alexis! Language!” He yelled. Again. Tch. Alcoholics. They have no control over themselves. “I’m your caretaker until you turn eighteen and-”

“Can you shut the f*ck up\, Isaac? You know what? Change your godd*mn name before the next time you appear in front of me. You piss me the f*cking\, crappy\, b*llsh*t-like world off. Get the f*ck out of my room.”

“You-! Tch. Fine.” Isaac always had a temper. He knew. “Farewell\, your f*cking highness. B*llshit\, you can’t even take care of yourself\, how can you even be royalty?” He was right. But that’s not what matters most. What matters most is that she finds the cause of the accident. She knew. The thought of it made her shiver\, the shiver going down the spine and back up to her skull.

“He’s right… how can a nobody like me take over the throne…” Sobbing. Again. Every day for the past ten days, there hasn’t been a single day without tears. Those eyes were all swollen.

Who am I? Where am I? How the f*ck did I end up here? She thought. She’s always been that normal 16-year-old orphan from the orphanage\, just more bad*ss and protective of her friends.

“Your royal highness, there’s a guest waiting for you in the lounge. Should I let him in?” It was the royal butler. “He seems to be a young, nice man, about twenty years old,” he continued. She glared. The butler saw. “Has there been any ally of the Empire of Ryansburg? Never. Never has there been a single, f*cking, piece of turd that’s ever allied with us. And did you say something about a ‘young, nice man’? Ha! What a joke!”

That poor butler, he was trying to get her to calm down, the young, nice man was only the royal therapist. Ever since Queen Anna threw her fit about King Jason and his side chick, there’s been a royal therapist, but that was about a thousand years ago, and there wasn’t a therapist position. It was… a mental doctor.

“Your highness…” the butler wasn’t sure if he should continue. “Continue, Henry,” Alexis said. As pissed off as she was, the butler, Henry, was amazed she didn’t throw another tantrum. “Yes, your highness. The royal… erm… doctor… is here.” She was definitely pissed off now. “Send him off,” Alexis said without a second thought.

The day was nice. The fresh air blew into the royal chamber, smelled like the evening rain. It wasn’t necessarily the sunshine that slipped through the 5 huge glass windows, but Alex was in a good mood. To kill b*stards, of course.

A knock. “Come in,” Alex muttered.

As the royal butler-- Henry, entered and put his left hand over his right shoulder, he told Alex, “Your highness, your friends are here.” She gave him the look. He probably felt that glare, so he continued. “Tiffany, Jenavieve, and…” he paused. “Erm… Emma.”

He knew it. He shouldn’t have said it, but then again, he shouldn’t have lied either. “Should I… tell them you’re unwell?” he finally said, looking up at Alex. Well, that was the moment he knew he f*cked up.

She glared. “You dare look up? Heh. Did no one teach you etiquette? Or, would you like to treat me like all those other douchb*gs? Perhaps… you’d like to be fired? Was that a sign that you would like to resign?” Well, that ruined her mood, alright.

Oh sht*, Henry thought. “Nononononono!” He exclaimed quickly while looking back down.

“Great. Get the f*ck out of my room and... invite them all in in ten,” she decided. Obviously, the poor butler was genuinely confused at this point, that confused look on his face while still looking down. “I beg your pardon?”

“Yes. You beg for my pardon. You’re deaf aren’t you? Invite them all in ten. Actually, twenty. No. Invite Jen…  Jenna and Tiff in ten, that b*tch in twenty. Understood?” Shivering, the butler quickly said a yes and quickly retreated.

Getting ready as royalty wasn’t easy, with maids all around you, the makeup uncomfortably caked on your face. By the time she was ready, it was around 7:45, took about 5 minutes, a record.

“Royalty would be all beauty sleep and all that r*tarded f*cked-up sh*t\, but nope! It’s wake up before dawn but don’t get ready until hours after dawn. Whichever dumb*ss created this d*mned system\, f*ck you\,” she cursed.

And cursed.

And cursed.

And cursed.

Walking down the bajillion stairs in uncomfortable 4-inch heels, she continued cursing.

“Which b*tch thought this was even a good idea? You can’t even walk in this cursed item\, it looks so f*cking ugly\, and it’s so d*mned expensive. Geez. I know people are supposed to flex these items and how f*cking expensive this r*tarded sh*t is\, but I just f*cking hate them. Imma return this sh*t and use that money to donate to the poor\, geez. F*cking b*llsh*t. If it was a man that invented these\, their b*lls shall be chopped off and if it was a woman that invented these\, their t*ts and *ss were probably all fake.

Everyone knows that this isn’t a very nice way to start the day, especially Alex.

“Should I retire now… I’m getting old… almost 70.” Henry groaned. A sigh.