Sad, scared, and abused.

She stood in the field surrounded by tall students looking down on her, or looking around to their friends as they laughed.
They kept yelling things to her, trying to make her hurt, but nothing could hurt more than what would happen once she got home.
Don't let it hurt you, they're just words.
She kept thinking to herself, but it didn't help.
Their words screamed louder than any comforting thought she could think of.
'Close your eyes, Alice. Take a deep breathe, and let it out'
She pushed through the crowd, her eyes filled with tears and ran away from them.
The crowd of children were yelling out horrible things behind her, and a few were asking why she didn't stay for the fun. But she shut them out, and drowned herself in her thoughts. She did this often, escaping off into her own little world. Her mind was always swirling with ideas, stories, and memories so it wasn't hard for her to disappear.
She sat down on a cold, metal bench and clutched her hand to her aching heart. She choked back her tears, and bit down on her lip. Which was a trick she had learned to shut in all the pain and tears.
Schools always say that there is a zero tolerance rule for bullying, and that it will go punished. But all of her teachers seem to look the other way when it happens.
Alice got up off of the bench and turned around to face one of the girls who had been in the group.
"What are you staring at, freak? Why did you leave our group? We're just having fun." The tall brunette said, almost nose to nose with Alice.
Alice swallowed a huge lump in her throat, but didn't respond.
"So you think you're tough, don't you?" The girl half laughed as she said this.
She looked Alice up and down, and then shoved her back down onto the bench. She scoffed as Alice fell easily, and crashed into metal.
"You're too easy." The girl said, and then walked away, her ponytail swinging back and forth against the wind.
The group of people were praising the mediocre bully as she walked back into their circle. None of them were as amazing as they thought, just another dull human being contributing to the shit in our world.
Alice didn't know what to do, she had nobody to turn to and no idea how to open up to someone. Her mother had tragically died when she was younger, and even though she wasn't matured yet it had still effected her immensely.
Her father was an alcoholic, and growing up with that had not been easy at all.
She was four years old when it happened, when her innocent and beautiful world was broken in two by the violent hands of her father. She watched from the kitchen doorway as her father took his own two hands, and murdered her mother without a thought about it.
He took an empty beer bottle and broke it, then he hit her over the head. Then he took a knife and stabbed her. She was unconsious when he stabbed her. But i was there the whole time, hiding in a cubboard. I watched her bleed to death, and i watched him laugh. No one ever found out.
The memory had always played over, and over in Alice's head. She still can't get the sound of her mothers last screams out of her head, or her fathers laughter.
Of course the police had investigated it, but being as naive as they were they believed all the bullshit lies her father had spewed to them.
She had no evidence against her father, and being four at the time nobody would've believed her story.