There was a time when I had been a normal little girl. With no worries, happy parents and loving friends. I guess my eight year old self was somewhat naive to not realise life wasn't as easy as people made it out to be. Because there came a time where everything my parents and teachers had once told me, was not true. You couldn't just get out of a situation by screaming, or yelling stranger danger. Who would have thought? Definitely not my innocent younger self. However, eight years on I'm still here and still living the life I only ever heard about on the news or in scary stories. And that's the worst part of it all. It was only meant to be a scary story. But it was my life.