this is what they told her

they pushed her against the wall and crowded round her. they told her to come with them and she did. she did. she did. and down they went all the way to the beach. the moon was shining but noone was looking at it. the other girl ran off in disgust. how can you not look at the moon when it is shining. how can you be so unromantic on the beach. oh you can be. it's just her and the boys and the moon that noone is looking at and noone's looking at her and she's far away on some other beach where there are no boys. how annoying they are. asking for things, go on then just get off. just fucking do it, she just wants to be on the beach with the moon and the sand and the sound of the waves crashing in and the only way she'll get there is if she stops looking at them and starts looking at herself. from a distance. far away. detached. and later they are gone, and she's blind. and cold and noone's going to give her their jacket because knights died a long time ago and there are no white horses and, let's face it, she's not a princess no more. or at least that's what they told her.