Death One

She fondly remembers the first death as happening in the real world. A world full of stories that she escaped to whenever she could because reality wasn't cutting it for her. She longed for the times when her parents never yelled, when her body wasn't littered with bruises, when she didn't have to worry about hiding the scars on her arms.

Reality was harsh and she grew embittered. Fairytales didn't come true, there was no happy ending, and the magic of the world dies when you are a child.

She was sixteen when she decided enough was enough and made a few cuts a little too deep to fall asleep for what she thought would be the end…