When she was in sixth, she moved to big city for her father.
The children there were ages ahead.
They weren't to be trusted.
But she was naive.
She wore her heart on her sleeve.
She became friends with the girl with the black eyes.
The girl with the black eyes was good to her.
But she didn't actually like her.
For her the new girl was a walking treasure.
Need a book?
Just ask the new naive girl.
She was totally oblivious to her friend being two faced.
The black eyed girl showed her not so attractive face a while after their friendship.
She stopped talking to her for a few days and hung out with other girls.
She just ignored her.
The naive girl felt and thought that maybe she did something wrong.
So she apologized.
Again and again.
Because the same happened a lot of ttimes.
Then the black eyed girl and the naive girl became friends with others.
Others just like the black eyed girl.
They too were hiding their intentions.
The naive girl was happy to be accepted.
She went along what they said.
Often doing things that she shouldn't have.
What she wouldn't have if it were up to her. But she did them anyway.
To which the naive girl had been oblivious until then.
They stopped talking to her a few times then.
The naive girl apologized for mistakes she never made.
They took her in.
She went along with them.
Because she liked having them around.
What she didn't know was the truth.
That they were too toxic for her.
Destroying her innocence.
Destroying what she stood for.
Changing her.
Like burning a candle and changing it into nothing.
Because that's what she became after that.
After they were finished with her.
They spat her out.
Leaving the naive girl who wore her heart on her sleeve with tears on it.
Leaving the naive girl with a broken heart and broken smile.
