Her mother loathed her existence.
She didn't know why, all she knew was that ever since she could remember she had been her mother's "property."
Never her daughter... Never.
All she ever wanted was someone to confide to.
Someone who would see her. Bot just physically but spiritually. She craved it.
Someone that wouldn't beat her and kick her out of her own house regularly for uttering a single word.
She dreamt of him. What he would look like, she knew not. But his personality would blow all of the rest to dust.
She would go about her day the same way all of the time. To keep out of trouble. Not to talk to anyone. And more importantly. Survive.
Her day had gone fairly normal. She had come home from a troubling day at the factory her hands cut and bruised, while her face sore and bloody from the night before.
She had missed a spot on the China in the cupboard. Her mother had found it, purposefully looking for a mistake, and decided to act on it.
She winced at the thought. Someday she will leave.
Someday she will be free.
Someday, someday, someday...
Today.
Today, someone knocks at the door loudly with an urgency.
She brushes herself off of the ground and wipes the blood off of her forehead onto her once blue jeans.
Today.
Today is the day that he has found her.
The girl he had dreamt of every night at the palace in his bed. Now here he stands in front of her door. Ready to sweep her off her feet, court her.
The door slowly creeks open and he catches a glimpse of the face he had ached to see for years.
Her.
But as he looked closer her saw the broken look in her eyes and the bloody lip and forehead that looked fresh.
She stared back at him in dis belief, it was him. The boy she had dreamed of. The one to take her away from this place. Her savior.
Her eyes darted to the ground, in able to think of any words. Any at all.
Suddenly before she could control it she looked into his eyes and whispered two words that would stick in his head for the long journey home after her mother turned him down to take her with him.
"See me."
-A.G.

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