A young girl. Only 14. A thief. That's what Emma was forced to become. But she convinced herself of a certain day that would be different when she was younger. But it was different... She had just ran away from something that happened at home during this time. She had a small bag packed, and decided to go with her friends for a night out. She wore a blood red dress, and it came with a cloak. She was walking alone when it was over, her shoes softly tapping the ground under her. That's when she saw him. A man. An OLDER man. He approached her, a gentle demeanor around him. She trusted him, her youth still showing. Little did she know... She would hate herself day in and day out.
I had this idea for a while, but decided to share it thanks to a lovely little song by Lydia the Bard (Feed Us Your Girls). The writing's not perfect, but then again nothing is.
