Little girl, run!

I know your scared and you do not know me. Just for this moment I need you to look at me.

This closest has become the place, of manipulations dwelling space. Yes, they are family but sweetie mom, dad and uncle are not what’s best.

Inside them is something deeply hurt, unable to scar a gaping wound, pulsing from an evil place.

I know it hurts and it’s hard to understand but no one is allowed to hurt you this bad. Little girl listen to me, run!

I hear mom screaming and getting mad she jealous they want you instead. It’s so sick and twisted but facts are facts please look at me honey times running out.

Little girl, little girl they are coming please come with me. I’ll let you in on a secret I am you plus 33, I beat them and won. I now know what to do forget who they should be and run to who is true.

There you go grab my hand. On the count of three. One. Two. Three. Little girl, run!

Sincerely,