A Broken Fairy Tale.

Once upon a time there lived a girl. A girl who knew fairy tale meant nothing but dreamed of experiencing one. She even had her own wicked step mother. And an equally wicked father. Deceitful. The both of them. her only source of hope and light came in the form of her innocent little brother. One look into his eyes, and she felt safe, whole and not broken like she truly was. She thought of herself as a lost cause.No one would want her, no one would care.(or so her parents kept telling her) All she had was her brother and for him, she would go to the worlds end, slay any dragon, duel any witch or wizard that dare hurt him, dare to take him away. She would sneak out at night, take her car, and drive out to meet those like her. She called it the meeting of broken souls. School was her enemy, not because she hated it. On the contrary..She loved it. It was the people she hated. Prince and princesses that looked down at anyone different. And in their eyes, she was nothing more than a dirty commoner. A commoner that knows nothing other than stealing, cheating, lying. Then one day, she met a prince. When she first saw him, she thought she was like any other prince. Perfect looks, perfect personality, perfect life. She knew not to get to close because all prince's were the same. Obnoxious, hurtful, proud and scornful. And she knew prince's like him would never look twice at common folk like her, unless it was to their benefit. In this world of reality, she knew fairy tales were just that. Tales. But one day, she saw him alone. And in that instant, she knew the prince was different. There was an emotion behind his eyes, one she knew all too well. One no one could possibly relate to..except her. He seemed so perfect,yet imperfect. Ever since then, she saw him with a new light.People were drawn to him because of his good looks, his charm and how perfect his life seemed. But she was drawn to him because of his intensity. The intensity of that emotion she saw that day. He was broken, broken and bruised. Just like her. But there's no way, someone who has everything in this world could not possibly understand what it meant to be broken...Right? Could she be wrong? Could it be that she judged someone just like others judged her? Is he as broken as her? Could they be broken together? Could they save each other from themselves? Could this be the beginning of a broken fairy tale?

*got part 2 coming up REAL soon! And this post is actually suppose to be in a modern day fairy tale sort of light*