When we're young, we're taught the difference between a Hero and a Villain. Good and Evil. A Savior or a Lost Cause. But what if the only difference is who's telling the story.

"We've all been taught what monsters are supposed to look like. But maybe monsters are not what we thought they were supposed to be. After all, a person can be a villain in one's story and the victim in the others"

there is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul- Wilcox, Ella Wheeler

Some people just want to watch the world burn, while others try everything they can to put the fire out

True story↓
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair

She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear And softly cries She loves her parents But they want her to die

She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "Please God, why is My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did

Then one night Her mom came home high And the poor child was beaten As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made

She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless piece of s!"

The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying

Police showed up At the small little house Then quickly barged in Everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly Opened a door To find the little girl Lying dead on the floor

It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms