The little girl inside me is long gone. She left never to return again. She was kicked out by someone who decided to take advantage. He tried to kill her but she would not die. She decided it was time for her to leave. She did not know that ultimately that was not her decision. She was naive. A little girl. It was his decision. If it wasn't for him she would still be here. We would be close. But he kicked her out. I was so young. I did not want any part of him. I had nowhere to run. I could not tell. I too was naive. I was trapped. He took from me what was rightfully mine. My innocence. Or at least I thought it was rightfully mine. Not only did he rid me of my innocence but he sent my closest friend on a journey never to return. After all these years the little girl inside me has not once written or called to tell me she is okay. I know why. Because she is not. And neither am I. Without her I am lost. But she is never coming home. We will never be friends again. All I can keep is the memory of her and how happy I remember being when she was here. See not long after the little girl inside me left she died a slow and painful death. She was cold and alone. She too had lost her closest friend. She did not want me or her enemy to see her die. She wanted me to believe that everything would be okay. I was a prisoner in my own home. The little girl inside me got to escape long before I did. She is the lucky one.