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she's the girl with the patchwork heart.


— She's fourteen years old and hangs around with that popular girl during school hours. She's a pretty sort of girl, one who wears more makeup then necessary, her skirt's always up her arse and her top three buttons are always undone on her blouse.

She's glamourous — well, her nails are always manicured and she looks kind of cute when she's smoking a richmond cigarette. She's the quiet one of the group, the girl who turns a blind eye to her friend's wrong-doing.

She's an only child. She goes home, she sits in an empty house and she wonders when her mother will get home. Her mother is a Detective Chief Inspector but everybody knows that — it's probably one of the reason's why she has so many friends.

It's considered cool but she hates it. All she wants is a mother who has a normal job, a mother she could spend time with. It's gone eight when her mother finally comes home, she smiles and apologises.

Jennifer smiles back. She's done her coursework, she's sorted out her bag and her school uniform tomorrow and she's made her mother tea. Sometimes she thinks she's the parent, it would definitely seem that way.

Her step-father works away. She knows he doesn't. He's lying. He's cheating. He's sleeping with the whore down the road. Her mother is oblivous to the fact he doesn't bring a penny into the house, (or pay his way)

That's what love does to you, it makes you blind. Her biological father is in prison, murder or something her mother mentioned once. She never asked again, the first time she did, her mother cried.

They argue. Scream, shout, fight. Fourteen years old and she still hands underneath the bed with the teddy bear and her notebook. She escapes into words of happy endings and fairytales. She escapes in an online world of fantasy,

(but one day fantasy will become her downfall.)

And that day comes quicker than anyone thought. She meets a boy, Stuart he tells her his name is. He's fifteen. They talk every minute of every day, relieved to find someone who's just like her.

He wants to meet her. She's agrees. She doesn't believe the messages of stranger danger and staying safe on the internet applies to her. She doesn't believe Stuart would harm her, he's a lovely guy, she tells herself as she applies her mascara.

She meets him in an empty street, ignoring the wise words of her friends, "if you're going to meet him, meet him in a public place." She's naive. Nothing terrible is going to happen to her.

She meets him. He's not who he says he is. He's forty, an old man with lack of hair. She wants to scream, runaway but she can't. His hand on her arm, digging his nails into her skin, pin her to the spot terrified for her life.

She's discovered three hours later, naked and dumped in woodland. She's like ice, cold to touch. Her shoulder length hair, mattered and tangled. Her green eyes lifeless. Bruises cover her arms and her thighs, her throat cut from side to side.

She's buried in her favourite outfit. Her bridesmaid dress that she wore to her mother's wedding. Her gravestone says that she's a child, gone before her time. Her friends leave plenty of flowers and teddies in tribute to her life.

Her mother tells her daughter's story in schools. All about stranger danger and keeping yourself safe on the internet. Even if she only manages to save one child, it'll be worth it. That way her daughter wouldn't have died in vain.


jottings — i have no idea where the idea for this story came from. i just needed to write something. if you do like it enough to favourite, please don't forget to leave a review. ;3