Almost

~Once Upon a Time~

Once upon a time... that's the way a lot of happy stories start right? Well, I think it's about time a sad story started this way.

Once upon a time she could smile and laugh, see all the good in life.

Those were the good old days, where her long hair caught flight behind her as she ran around the yard knowing nothing but pure happiness.

What an ignorant child she was, because not long later when she could still barely see on to the counter without a chair to stand upon her look on life changed. Someone she called family taught her sometimes the smallest thing can impact someone's entire being.

She learned that the world around her was not as fun as she thought. It was also a family member who always seemed to tell her she was a hopeless good for nothing piece of shit. They didn't stop there because they soon realized that to her only sticks and stones could break her, so they used their hands and that got the point across.

Soon she could see the counter and what sat atop it.

It was too late and no one seemed to notice she didn't laugh as much or smile at the jokes they made no matter how silly the face was. They didn't see the way she just looked and observed never joining. They didn't see because she learned to put on a mask when they did look all they saw was a normal kid.

If you looked past her mask you would be able to see the small child who learned too much too soon, and if you listened you wouldn't hear a thing, except a heart beating. Her cry's for help no longer echoed for she has long abandoned hope.

She was dead long ago, the darkness consumed her life and with it her golden light.

If only someone had seen her, the real her.

Once upon a time, someone did, and they almost cared.