Little Girl

Once apon a time there was a little girl who was lost in life. She lived life

with her best friend together they cried, laughed, and learned. One day the lost

little girl met a boy who made her smile through the tears and laugh at the

pain. Together their love shinned like an everlasting fire in the darkness of

hell.

 This little girl gave up the world for the little boy. As time past their love

for each other became clearer. Eventually the little boy told his family of the

lost little girl he learned to love. Mockingly his family teased him constantly

telling him that he was not fit to love the lost little girl.

 Becoming lost himself he told the little girl he couldn't love her anymore, and

walked away. As her everlasting fire walked further away the gates of hell

became darker. More lost than she could ever imagine she found herself staring

at a razor with herself at the end of it. Unaware of the damage it would cause

to her life.

 As life went on she only told few about the razor marks. About a month later

the boy came back. Thrilled, she fell for him once again. Her life brightened

day by day. She forgot about the scar. She forgot about the pain. She even

forgot of the world around her and the little boy.

 The lost little girls friend made a mistake that would change their perfect

lives forever. She let her mom find out the lost little girl's biggest secret.

The razor blade scar. The little girl feared of losing her best friend and the

little boy, once again. Everyone pointed fingers at the little boy for causing

her the pain, but no. The little girl knew it was never the boy's fault, but her

own. She cut because she hated herself because she let her feelings get in the

way of living in the real world. But most of all she hated herself for letting

the little boy leave her behind. How could she fix this? She wondered. It was to

much to run from. To loud to scream over. And to scary to laugh at.

 Having lost most of her faith during the process she felt to unworthy to pray

to God. Fearing He would not accept her once again. So, she sat up all night

thinking of what she could do to fix it.

 Call the little boy? No.

 Call the best friend? No. 

After rejecting her only options she painfully realized not only did she keep

those two close. She pushed away all the rest. Not even her own family could

help her because she felt like her brother would only laugh.         Or her

mother would send her to a mental hospital. Or her father would only answer the

call to work related people.

 In major need of help she found herself unable to turn to another person. It

was now her against the world and she feared the thought of being alone more

than anything else in life.

 This poor little girl never knew a simple scar would dramatically change her

life to the point of no turning back. Perhaps the saddest part of this whole

story is that the lost little girl is me?