There is no Such Thing as Fairytales

After finding out this traumatic news I went home to Dale. He swore it didn't change how he veiwed me. Now that I'm older i know its a lie. How could it not change? You can only live in denial for so long.

We would go camping with his step brother and his family. He made it apoint to always get me something. It was like he was trying to make up for the big lie. Little did i know the lie was much much worse.

Eight through nine I really don't rmemeber much. My couselor says it's my brains way of protecting me. So the saying is true, No one can save you but you can save yourself. I am unsure if thats how it really goes. I am sure you get the point. Point is I wasnt protected by the people who were suppose to love me but my brain is protecting me from remembering something truamatic. It's quite comical.

Anyways, months go by and I end up going to my "cousins" summer school program. Layla was my best friend in the entire world. She knew me better than anyone and we were inseperable. When you saw her you seen me not too far behind.

On my 10th birthday Laylas grandmother came to pick us up. She seemed nice. She had a big house compared to our tiny apartment. She had a kind voice. Little did I know I would come to regret meeting her.