I followed Mona, blending in with the shadows. She didn’t know what I protected her from, but she was about to find out. She pulled her bicycle and pushed it out of the garage into the road. I followed her. I dreaded how she would react. The sky was the deepest purple, the color I loved most. I didn’t look twice at it, I kept my eyes on her. She hopped off her bike in the empty lot and dropped it with a clatter. I winced. She walked around the tree, looking up at the tree house. Her long blonde hair shone brightly as the moonlight hit it before hiding behind a cloud. I wished I could hide. That we could all hide. Then Mona climbed the rope ladder and entered the tree house. I waited. Then I followed. She struck a match and lit the candle in the middle of the floor. The light illuminated my fear, what I protected her from. She screamed.
I did the prompt: rope, matches, bicycle