There once was a girl, who lived in a small town, with a mean family. She hated her life. She had no friends, everyone in school made fun of her, her family called her name's and made her do all the chores and cook all the food. It was almost like she was a modern Cinderella, but she knew her hero would never come for her, so she waited for the wind to pass, waited till she was old enough to move out. The only problem was that time never seemed to move fast enough, so she turned to pain. Yes, she hurt herself, bloodied her hands every chance she got.
But one day, as she was pulling down her sleeves and walking down the halls, a boy at school smiled at her. That night, she didn't cut. She thought. She wrote. She drew. She did anything not to cut. And... It worked.
The next day, the boy talked to her. They talked for a little while, and she found out they were in three of the same classes. Again that night, she didn't cut, but instead stayed up all night talking to her new, one and only friend.
A few weeks passed, and night after night she'd stay up and talk to him, rather than hurting herself. She had even worked up the courage to tell him about her cuts. He took it surprisingly well, and they continued to grow their friendship. But one day, after school he walked up to her and asked her if she'd like to go out with him. She HAD to refuse.
See, she wasn't looking for any hero She was looking for her very own riding-on-the-horse, breast-plates-and-skimpy-armor, boobs-jumping-out-at-you, hero. She needed a little spoon to fit in her silverware drawer. And honestly, she needed him to be her friend, her crutch, her strength. So she told him. He understood and wasn't too awkward about it, but as the week's went by, he seemed to detach himself from her, drift off and stop talking as much with her. But she knew that there was hope. So even though she was alone again and people still bruised and tore at her heart and soul, she didn't cut. Not even once.
And when she turned 18 she became a well-known pornstar, and that meant she got ALL THE LADIES!
The End
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