The Girl With Broken Wings

Another day at school

A/N: This is only a demo, I might not continue it I want your guys opinions PLEASE. I will take requests for fanfictions, (I will not do Smut, x reader, ect.) thank you all. -Amelia

Mycala was you average everyday 9 year old little girl. Or so she seemed. She had two brothers, and a drunk and abusive father. Everytime he got drunk, he got mad, now sometimes, he got into what she called his "Fits" when he would beat one of them. He either beat them with his belt or throw the nearest thing at them. And if one of them got wounded, her father didn't let no one help them. Mycala always wore a jacket, her arms covered in long and hideous scars from her fathers belt. She got up one morning and got ready. As she put her shirt on, she felt it rub against a scar on her back and she shivered at the memory.
'Pa!! I'm sorry!!'
'Sorry won't cut it girl!!! I told you not to help them if they got wounded!!! And yet you turn around and help him!!!'
'But-' He removed his belt
'Turn around!!'
'No!! I won't!-'  She realized she went to far and he yanked her forward and made her turn around she went to fight back, but his grip on her arm made her wince making her stop and he started to beat her starting with her legs, and he worked his way up and hit her back hard, causing a gash. She held back her scream. Knowing it would make it worse.
She took a deep breath and finshed getting ready and left. Mycala walked into school, silent as usual. Her father was drunk the night before. And went into another fit. He went after her big brother, Daryl. She watched as her father hit Daryl. Mycala got upset seeing the pain in Daryls eyes so she walked over and tried to stop her father, he turned onto her. "What do you think your doin' ?!" He asked drunkly. She gulped, "H-Helping Daryl..." She stampered, knowing it was about to get worse, the anger in her fathers eyes let her know, she couldn't get out of this. He took his belt off, staggering as he did so, and hit her with it. He hit her over and over, tears begain to run down her face and soon he finished and they all went to bed. Today she was sore. Mycala walked into class and sat down, there was another boy there, according to the others his name was Carl, he was the son of the sheriff, Rick Grimes. She looked down and she saw Carl look at her in the corner of her eyes and she looked away. Carl's head tilted slightly "I wonder whats wrong with her, she's always silent" Carl thought to himself, he got up and walked over to her