I remember hearing a tapping on my window; three rapid taps to be exact. My light was turned out and it was dark in my room so I used my phone light to find my way to my window. I looked outside and only saw darkness. Nothing was there. I went back to bed and crawled under my covers. TAP TAP TAP. There it was again, only louder this time. I pulled the covers over my head and shut my eyes tight, willing the insistent noise to go away. For a moment there was only the sound of my breathing.
I passed out cold… I was awoken by a door slamming. I was untied from the chair. I was no longer restrained. I ran over to my cell phone and called my parents. They rushed home and when they came, they called the cops. They didn’t believe me. This couldn’t be happening. They thought, they actually thought I did all that to myself. ‘No. No no no no no. He can’t get away with this, how did he cover his tracks so well? What even?’ I felt like I was going to snap. I went through so much of this, just to be told it was SELF-INJURY. I snapped. “YOU FUCKING MORONS KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME IF YOU THINK I’D DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO MYSELF!” The officers restrained me and walked me to the car. “Don’t worry ma’am, we are going to put you somewhere where you can get better okay?” I kicked. I squirmed. I couldn’t handle this anymore. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back seat of a cop car, on my way to some awful place for crazy people. I tried to look outside the window. It was too foggy to see anything until I blinked and saw the faint markings on the car window. It had words drawn onto it with a finger. The crystal clear lettering stood out prominently on the foggy glass. It read, ‘The girl that cried “Wolf”’
