We all remember the bed time stories of our childhood. The shoe fit Cinderella, the frog turned into a prince, sleeping beauty was awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and happily ever after. Fairy tales. The stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairy tales don't come true. Its the other stories. The ones that start in dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. The nightmares always seem to become our reality. The fairy tales of our childhood gave us false hope. Thinking that our world was something filled with magic and happiness but in reality there is despair and no such thing as magic. I like to believe that Cinderella never had her happily ever after. I like to think she is at home with the kids while Prince Charming is at the bar drowning his fortunes in the next shot of whiskey.
I've always hated fairy tales. They always were so fake and the guys had an ego the size of Yankee Stadium. This story isn't a fairy tale. This story is one that has a sad beginning and an even more depressing end. There is no happy ending, though there is a prince, but he never wakes sleeping beauty from her nightmare filled sleep. In this story I am sleeping beauty, but I'm not beautiful. My prince is anything but charming.
This is the story of a depressed girl who struggles with life and thinks about death as often as she can. The prince, she thinks, is the only way out of this darkness she constantly lives in.
I warn you this story is not for people who think life is a happy and fun filled place. This story is for people who are like me. People who have a voice, but choose not to speak. People who's nightmares they live every day. This story is for that emo kid in the back of the classroom, pleading to be noticed but thinks its best to be silent. Its for the girl who gets pushed around by other girls who think they are better. This story is for the gay kid who is abused and beaten just because he favors men over women. This story is for you. I am your voice. And I will try my damn hardest to make your story known.