(A/N: forgive this piece of crap. I'm not even sure how much I LIKE it. I don't know. My friend told me to upload it so I did... maybe you guys will have some feedback. It's undecided as to whether this will be a oneshot or a chapter story. It's a oneshot for now... if you guys WANT more... I'll try to suffice.)

There was a little girl who lived in the woods all by herself. This little girl, she wants to tell you her story, but she’s afraid that you won’t listen to her. She has stories to tell of fairies and butterflies and nymphs and water and mermaids, tales of fantasy and nature. She wants to let you see what she sees in the woods all by herself. She wants to let you know that she lives in this little house all by herself because her parents aren’t there.

This little girl lived in the woods by a stream, by a beautiful luminescent stream filled with lovely shimmering fish covered in rainbow scales. These shimmering fish wouldn’t be eaten; no, they would be admired and once they would die, the little girl would take them into her little house and carefully peel the rainbow scales away. This little girl’s little house was covered in beautiful rainbow artwork.

When the fall would come and the leaves would change, this little girl would dance in the piles of red, yellow, orange, the wind as her symphony and the fairies as her audience. These fairies were lovely in a way that no one ever believed but the little girl. All the other people wouldn’t see the beauty in these woods; they would just see the normal and understood nature of the woods.

This little girl wants to change the world someday, with her dancing and her music and her fairies and jewelry. This little girl wants to make people see what she sees.

The little girl wants to come out and play and not stay dormant. This little girl is beginning to slowly fade away.

This little girl wants to tell you her story, a tale of fantasy and nature and beautiful things that no one will ever understand unless they listen. But this little girl is locked away in her little house with no companions and no one to supply her with a little love.

Let me out let me out let me out, the little girl cries.

(A/N: I cringe)