The fairies were bright and tiny. They were her only friends and continue to keep her company while everyone else looks at her with pity. That horrid night was the cause, she was six.
That summer had been hot, one of the hottest nights of the year. Her parents had taken her to a playdate with another girl her age who had just moved in. The bright lights of her friends blinked their warnings about it. Everything was going okay, the other girl was quiet and shy much like her. Though the girl had odd dark marks peeking out of the top of her dirty dress. She ignored it and they played silently. Soon the other girl's dad banged something down on the kitchen table, another beer if either girl had to guess. The girl's dad called out to her. She went to him. He grabbed her roughly, told her she was prettier than his sorry excuse for a daughter. He rambled on and on, the stench of alcohol on his breath made her gag and try to pull away. He held her arm tighter, told her to be a good quiet girl and she'd be rewarded. Terrified her eyes darted around for her tiny bright friends, they'd save her. They were not there, she heard their tiny little voices shouting a warning and their tiny little fists beat at a window and then they were gone and she was being dragged towards his bedroom. She called out to the man's daughter but he slapped her and then she felt his tongue on her skin as he ripped her dress. Tears streamed down her face, she was scared. The bedroom door shut and her parents were to late, and her fairy friends were too late, and she was hurt deeply. Her screams shook the very earth and the man did not care. And she was no longer a normal child. She had died that night, her fairies stay with her now.
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