Me Too.

Fairy tales make everything easier. To pretend that villians only exist within the lyrical tales.

Once upon a time, there was a girl. A girl who loved traveling and adventure. A girl who was beyond excited to finally go on a trip with just her grandparents.

But on this trip, two evil boys lurked in the darkness. Dressed just like all the other boys and girls in the arcade, they made friends with the girl. They played with her all night, and kept her company on her grand adventure. But when the sun started to set low, and the girl needed to get back to her grandparents for supper, the boys followed her. Along the path, over the bridge, and through the woods they went; the girl never knowing of the boy's presence behind her.

When the woods fully conceled the group, the boys pounced! Shoving the girl to the ground and ripping at her clothes. The girl was confused and scared. She screamed and shoved and fought with all her might, but they were too strong. She couldn't win. So she closed her eyes and pictured herself anywhere but there.

The boys, satisified, left her there. Alone. Shaking. Broken. They laughed as they left. They laughed at her feeble fight, at her sobbing, at her brokenness. They laughed, knowing, that their mark would forever be on the girl.

The girl sat still until long after the sun set. Embracing the darkness, like a friend that could hide her from the world. The moon shone just bright enough to light the path home. The adventure was stolen, her hero hadn't come. The girl hid herself, sneaking into her room and showering, ignoring her grandparent's pleas for her to come out. They could never know, for the evil boys had stolen her happiness, but she couldn't let them steal their's too.

Darkness, and silence, and fairy tales became the girl's friends. Until one day, she decided to be her own hero. To stop waiting for a knight dressed in white. She donned her own armor made of the darkness that had always protected her, and saved herself.