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I. There once was a very sad girl named Ayla. She was a small, fragile girl who hid behind her long black hair. She was thirteen years of age, a time where young girls grow to adolescence. But this girl was different. She already knew what pain was, what it felt like. She had a mother who was an alcoholic. Her mother had a boyfriend named Dale who beat her often. Dale also beat Ayla. Her mother would just watch, not saying a word to keep her own safety. Ayla's father molested her as a child. He had been convicted of molesting sixteen other girls and sentenced to life in prison. Ayla was asked by her father for visits but she refused. She refused to see those evil eyes that haunted her so badly. Ayla once had an older brother. He was seven years older than her. He protected her as much as he could. He committed suicide on his eighteenth birthday. He was her only hope for holding on, for making life better. That little hope inside her died on that day. The day of his funeral she made a commitment to herself. She went to his lifeless body and said "I will make it, make it for you my dear brother". Ever since that day she had been holding on through the beatings, the alcoholics, the thoughts of her past, the loss of her dear brother. All for him. She felt his strength went to her. His alone was not strong enough. But his and hers together would make it. She was sure.



II. Ayla had never trusted men besides her brother. Having an abusive man at home and molesting Dad, she never felt comfortable with one. One night she left her home when no one was there, and took a walk down to her favorite park, Chester Park. Her brother used to take her there all the time. They'd watch birds together and play tag in the woods. It was the only place she had ever felt really safe in. She dawdled over to her usual spot, right next to the pond. When she approached she saw a girl in her place. This girl looked a lot like her. Ayla was confused and didn't know what to say or do. Instead of turning around, she started toward the girl. The mysterious girl jumped and had a look of fear that Ayla recognized in her. Ayla asked for the girls name. It was Arin. Ayla asked why Arin was alone in the dark fortress of this park. She answered simply "It keeps me closer with nature". Ayla stopped for a second. For some reason she had a good feeling with this girl. She felt her sincerity and honesty. And most of all she felt safe with her. They took a long stroll in the park together. Throughout the walk, Alya wondered why she was thinking of Arin so wonderfully. She just met this girl. Every word that came from her mouth, the more she became infatuated wit her. They had much in common and much to talk about. When it reached time to depart from another, Arin walked Ayla home. When they reached her apartment door step, they looked close to eachother both not ready to depart. Arin leaned in and whispered in her ear to meet her the next day at the park. Ayla agreed and she went inside. For the first time in her life since her brothers death, she had felt truly happy. She was so intrigued by this girl she couldn't wait to see her the next day. She thought, for once, life was on her side.



III. As the next morning approached, she was excited. She couldn't get her off of her mind. She recited the conversations they had in her head over and over. The day went on and as the time to meet Arin grew closer, she grew more nervous and anxious. She put on makeup, and a black dress with her favorite boots. Her stepdad was home that night, watching The Wild Bunch on mute while he recited it out loud with great enthusiasm. Ayla decided to sneak out of her bedroom window. She went to the park to find that her girl wasn't sitting in her spot like she said she would be. Instead lied a note. The note said:



"It was time for me to leave this place. I am sorry"



Ayla sat down and cried. All night she sat on that rock and cried. It was 6am when she reached her bedroom window to sneak back into. But when she entered, she saw her mother standing there. She got yelled at and her stepfather beat her until she could no longer speak.



She felt like she had no one. No one to care for her or hold her. Her mother was useless, her stepfather beat her. Her father was a molester, her brother dead, and the new girl she just met that brought her hope had abandoned her. She couldn't go on any longer.



She walked down to her brothers tombstone, where she goes every week. She told him sorry, sorry for not being strong enough. Sorry for lying, not holding her promise. But it has been too little, too late. She pulled out a dagger that her stepdad owned, and slammed it into her heart. She let out a quiet moan as she slowly lyed down and died. On her tombstone it said:



"It was time for me to leave this place. I am sorry"