It was a beautiful summer that year. There was a little girl whose name no one knows, she lived outside of the town with her young mother, the people of the town often saw them in the market,from what people could see they often had bruises littering their skinny, pale,bodies.
The little girl kept to herself, she would not speak a word to anyone since everyone she loved had broken her. She didnt trust anyone, she loved her mother and her mother loved her and her father, that was the reason she hadnt said.anything, her mother would have been heartbroken if she told.
The little girl had one memory of the only happy times she had in her life a small plush bunny, she had named it Mr Flopsy, it was her only friend. Every where she went she would carry that bunny, she would tell it every thing and often was caught whispering things to it.
Her mother thought this odd but left her be, seeing the sparkle in her daughters beautiful green eyes that she hadnt seen in such a ling time she was happy that her daughter finally had some happiness in her life.
One night, the little girl couldnt sleep and sat in the dark whispering to her friend, she jeard footsteps and quickly laid down and clksed jer eyes, clutching her bunny close. She heard the heavy breathing and felt the familiar feeling of hitting the cold floor, she looked opened her eyes and starevin to her fathers matching blood-shot ones
he started hitting her, she didnt scream, no one hear her and her mother would not help, instead she looked at Mr Flopsy wishing he would help her. She could smell the alcohol, the little girl heard a voice in her head, the voice she had imagined many times it said "hurt him back"
she grabbed the closest thing to her, a small lamp and also grabbed Mr Flopsy. She smashed the lamp on her fathers head and made him even more angry, he paused for a moment. She cried telling him that Mr Flopsy told her too
He flung her over his shoulder and barged out of the room and out of the house, the little girl heard her mothers screams behind them, she held Mr Flopsy in her hand and beat her fathers back with her tiny fists. He ignored her mother screams and pinned her against the old oak tree. The river splashed near them, the little girl knew there was nothing she could but struggled any way. Her mother beat her husband uselessly he hit her and she fell.
The little girl was helpless, she knew she would lose so she just stopped and watched him pull the knife from his pocket, he pressed it in to the skin surrounding her eye leaving a scar he did the same on the other.
The little girl thought the worst was over but he lifted the knife nearer her eye and then all that could be heard was a scream...
The teen girl lay in bloody mess that surrounded her she was close to death and her vision was blurring. The last thing she saw was a little girl, her blonde curls were bloodsoaked, so was her dress and.hands which held a plush bunny but the thing she realised most was that the little girl had no eyes.
And then as she took her final breathe she heard her say
"Im sorry...Mr Flopsy told me to do it"
