Once upon a time, there was a girl; she was fifteen and she was happy. It all came down to a fifteen year old boy. He made her happy. The only dilemma in her life at that point was whether to fly away or to float away in his beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes held all her dreams. But, in every story there's a villain- one who sneaks in the girls room and steals her innocence. this one is no different. Only, there is no happy ending.
The girl, driven by the memory of the villain, stops talking to the boy. She feels dirty, used, betrayed... but mostly ashamed. She had been saving herself for the boy. And just as quickly as she lost her naivety, her world came crumbling around her. Every day she was driven crazy. She could not float, she could not fly, not when the entire world she had known was a lie.
The boy did not know. He grew more and more upset by her brush offs every time. She had crushed his heart and he just wanted to know why. He had saved himself for her for nothing, surely someone else would want him.
The girl knew he'd find other girls, and find them he did. She was okay with this. She did not want him to know all that she had lost.
And so, with the beautiful boy gone and no chance of the girl growing wings, she let herself fall. She did everything she could to stay together, even if it meant tearing herself apart. She loves the feel of the blade on her skin, loved the look of new scars.
no one could tell. there was a girl. She was fifteen. A villain stole everything from her: her innocence, her love, and her future.
