No one ever told her to save herself. She never knew she could be her own hero. She would sit by the window on long, lonely nights, waiting for someone to tell her everything would turn out all right. The cars would drive by, shining sickly yellow lights in her eyes. One of them will save me, she would say. One of them will stop. They will take me away and I will leave here forever. The cars never stopped. No one ever took her hand, showed her the way.
One day she started walking. She didn't know her destination or what she would do when she got there, but her feet called to her. The road called to her. A voice somewhere long forgotten told her that this was her story. It was time to be the main character.
