Friday, October 1, 2010

pretty little liar

She lied, because that's all she knew how to do.

She hated being alone. The feeling of being the only one in the world was suffocating. It crept up on you, with the intentions of murdering.
She didn't want to be killed. That wasn't part of the plan. Her plan involved living, living life to the fullest.

That plan didn't work out so well. Not ever since he left her life, screaming obscenities that resounded in the girl's mind for hours and hours.
No, that plan fell through from the start. What did she expect? She wasn't seven, for God's sake.

There were no princes, no horses, no rides to the hypothetical sunset. Fairy tales were myths. They were for little girls who couldn't fall asleep, and their parents didn't know how to lull them to unconsciousness.

Princesses didn't exist, either. If they did exist, she would've most likely been a princess.
Not the typical princess, per say, but the princess that dies in as a sacrifice to her true love. She would die in a over the top fashion, she would die to save her prince's lover.

Oh, the sheer stupidity of that hurt. It hurt her analytical mind, her shattered heart, and her weary body. It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

But nothing was fair in this life.

That was a lesson she was finally starting to learn.

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