Young Girls' Fable

Here is a very bad story that I have somewhat constructed. It's basically a part one of a little "series" of events of the Little Girl so there's potentially going to be more of this jotted around. I'm using it as a filler, and will probably continue the story throughout my fillers for 2017. Here we go:

          Born into a life of hatred and traditions, she lived every day the same way. She woke up, went to school, came home, was bullied by her family, ate, went on her laptop and then went to bed.

       She didn’t feel alone, or useless at this moment in time because she had the internet- she had a game to play, in fact, she had a lot of games to play. She was content. She didn’t see the bad in life. Until the "name-game" began. Someone told her she looked a little bit like a character from her favourite childhood TV show. She thought as a little joke that she could use this characters' picture on her profile, to see if these people would notice. Only they weren’t the ones who saw it. This is where her first major mistake began. Strange people added her because of this picture, she was so alone mentally and had little friends that she didn’t notice the wrong in this: they were only adding her after all. A few of them were kind to her- they gave her compliments, mostly based on the image, and she liked it, she forgot she changed her picture and thought that someone liked her. 

          These “people” suddenly became what she expected, they just wanted things from her, things she didn’t want to give. She wasn’t like that. She was too young to be like that. She threatened to tell someone. They could be arrested if she told anyone though. And they were the only people who were nice to her. She thought about it. About what they were asking. She stayed off the chat for a few days because even if she thought about it, she would never do any of it. She could never. She was TOO young. She knew right from wrong. She didn’t do it. 

        With her time away from the internet, it began to happen again. Her family had a small group of "close" friends who would always visit. They took an interest in her, again. In a different kind of way. They'd taken an interest in her before. When she was even younger. They left her alone for a while. She thought she got away from them. She discovered that they went on a few years abroad. They didn't leave her alone. They just didn't have the choice. 

         She couldn't just "log out" for a few days when it came to her life. She couldn't just hide away, people would notice. She wanted to tell but who could she tell? Her family would never believe her. Not with her record of lying at this age. She ignored these people for a while. She knew what they were capable of. They were back in her life. The abuse had returned from vacation.

       She returned to the internet because she knew it as an escape, it was the only place where she was allowed to ignore the world. Because everyone knew how much she loved it. The people returned. They asked her for the same things again. She thought about it, with great hesitation and worry. She didn’t think about it because it was something she wanted to do, she thought about it because it was something they wanted her to do, and right now they were the only kind people to her at this point, and this was the only thing she had known. 

           She went to her profile and noticed the characters picture, she changed it back in shame. She forgot she changed it. It was a good thing she found it. Because she knew that all of this was a charade for someone she wasn't, and not for herself. As usual. She deleted that profile, she didn’t want any reminders of it. Someone had called her, you see, they video called her to be exact. It's clear what happened next. She was ashamed. She didn't do anything herself, but she was ashamed because some of her family had been there at the time, and they claimed that she had wanted to be in the call. They told her parents that she asked them to do it. That she was begging for the attention. 
Later that month, her parents put a parental block on the internet because of this. She was ashamed. More than ashamed. One of the men. They called her. She didn’t do anything. But he did. Her sister found it funny, so she laughed along in hope that it wouldn’t go further. It didn’t. Her parents knew she wouldn’t. “Knew?” She’s not so sure, maybe they hoped she wouldn't. This character returned to being the sad, lonely, broken little girl after this night. She returned to her ordinary life of being bullied at home and at school and struggling to not give in all the time. Her life returned to the men that her family had trusted. 

Her family was wrong to trust them.