Molly

She comes home from school you see her with a bruised cheek, her hair a mess, cuts and bruises on her arms, her shirt ripped, and her new pink bag ripped and dirty as she drags it in w-why... she sits at the door way of the front door sniffing as she starts to cry... again why are they so... mean! wipes her bloody nose I d-didn't.. do anything! she looks at you tear still falling from her eyes