Fairy tales? They don't exist. (ON HOLD)

when i was four i met a mystery guy, we started off young i guess he was six almost seven and we became best friends as soon as our eyes met we just smiled, same time every day we met at that play park and claimed the corner bit with the trees. my first fairy tale.

i was seven he was almost ten i remember he took me to my first street fight, came to my window and we ran through the streets to the park, climbed over the gate and into the wooded area we watched them fight well then laugh afterwards patting each other on the back put pass around money, it was amazing how close these people were.

he trained me til i was nine, then i took part in my first street fight, i lost obviously but he said i did well and that was all that mattered, i lost every single fight until i was almost eleven, and i beat someone, actually i beat him, it was such a confidence booster. since then the only person i ever lost to was him.

when i was twelve he took me out but not to street fight but to his tree house in the actual woods of the park where nobody ever went we stayed out until four in the morning when he had to take me home before they found out. when i woke up he was gone with just a note. my second fairy tale.

a fairy tale gone wrong, is worse than a fairy tale that never happened, this is reality there is no such things as happily ever after, life sucks bad, no life sucks and its good at it. there are no fates, you make your own life or you die, that's just how it works, and work bloody hard to survive you must, Welcome to reality, it sucks don't it?