Shake her, Break her, Make her Cry

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Stumbling, shoving
Falls to the ground.
"What was that for?" She shouted out.
Moving, laughing
Forgets the girl who no one liked.
"No one likes you." The bullies say.
Punching, kicking
Abusing the 4 year old.
Crying, trembling
"Stop! P-please!" She whimpers.
Bruises, scratches.
She "fell over" once again.
Wobbling, footsteps
They run away giggling
She's not laughing.
Black eyes and purple bruises.
Scratches, scars, bleeding down her legs.
Tears seeping down her rosy cheeks.
"When will they stop?" She whispers to herself.
Tried to stand up but her knees buckle.
She doubled over, crying more tears of pain and sliding her finger across fresh blood.
"I hate my life!" She sobbed to herself.
"Hate, hate, HATE!" She cries, sobbing more and slamming her body against a nearby wall.
Her bag falls onto the ground and her snack tumbles out.
She shakes her head and kicks her bag hard and cries harder.
She runs along, feet beating hard against the pavement, hot tears swelling up in her eyes.
She trips, tumbles over, and the bruises and scrapes hurt even more all over her legs.
"Mummyyyyy." She wails, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"I just want my mumma." She says to herself, then bursts into a fresh flood of tears.
She frowned down upon her ugly scarred legs. She squeezes her eyes shut as hard as she possibly could, and tears still leaked through the tiny gaps and seeped down her cheeks.
"I can't go home like this!" She yells out to no one in particular, maybe just herself.
She was glad she was on quiet streets. No one could see her. No on could hear her.
She glares angrily down at her legs with growing purple bruises, bright red scrapes and cuts patterning her legs down to her ankles.
She cries out more and screams.
"If only my mumma knew!" She shouted to the cold, dark world.