Her story

This story is about a young girl and her tragic life, watch her as she goes along her journey.
Alyssa is a twelve year old girl, she is a skinny brunet who is about 4ft,9". She has hazel eyes and is beautiful. And this is her story...


10. You need to talk to us...

I heard a knocking at my door as I sobbed into my pillow. "What?" I snapped. "Can I come in?" Caroline asked. "It's your house..." I reminded her, I turned my head so that I was looking at her, she was standing in the doorway, but walking over to me. "Hun, you need to talk to us." she said gently as she softly stroked my hair. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. "I know." I admitted and sniffled. "We don't know who you are, who you belong to, we don't even know your name..." She said to me truthfully. I sighed. "Hannah." She stopped stroking my hair. "What?" She asked, obviously not hearing me.

I sat up, "My name is Hannah." She smiled at me. "What happened Hannah?"  I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. "Where do you want me to start..." She put her hand on mine. "Why don't we go out there with Robert, and you can start wherever you'd like." I just nodded.

I sat down on the chair nearest to the kitchen while Caroline sat on the one across the coffee table from me and Robert stayed on the couch in between us where he had been before. Caroline nodded me on. I took a deep breath.

"My name is Hannah Burche, I'm 12 years old." I said feeling like I was in AA. I sighed and kept going. "I've been alone for close to a year now... It wasn't like I was put out on the streets, so don't think it was like that... I ran away." They both gave me a shocked look, like a deer in the headlights. "I felt unwanted, alone... I thought that my father had wanted me gone. He hadn't said a word to me since my mother died. She died in a car crash... Ever since then, my father hadn't even looked at me, let alone speak to me." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Have you ever felt like it would just be best if you left someone. Like if you go missing they wouldn't come looking for you. Like you were just a burden... That's how I feel." I tried blinking the tears away, but one escaped. "I was starving, literally. After a few days, maybe weeks of living off of scraps that I find eatable in the garbage, I had to have some solid food. I stole out of someone's house. Nothing important and barely enough for it to be noticeable. I just took what I needed and left. I never broke anything, I never thought about stealing anything valuable. I just wanted to live. That's a good enough reason isn't it?" I looked at them both listening intently. " I wasn't proud of myself, who would? It became a routine, sleep during the day, steal at night. I hid from everyone... I didn't want to be caught. If I had, I would be taken back to my father... I didn't want anyone to take me back there. I would just be the loser from before. The girl that everybody picked on, but never knew why she was the way she was... The bullies would get to me. I would get beat up, mentally and physically. I couldn't take it anymore. Living my myself was hard, at first. Especially when some guy beat me up for no reason... He was a drunk. But anyway... that's what's going on."

They both stared at me with teary eyes. Caroline knelt down in front of me so that we were eye level and put her hand on mine. "I know we will never be able to understand, we will never know what it is like... but, we are willing to try." She squeezed my hand tightly. "You're going to have to help us understand." She said. I nodded.

"Tell me more about these bullies." Robert said.

"They picked on me because of my size, and how they thought that I was depressed. They picked on my because I was shy... because I was the weakest link. I was powerless against them, so I just let them do whatever they wanted. Sometimes I would literally just lay there as they kicked me. I would get slammed into lockers and walls in the locker rooms at gym class. I would get locked in closets. They would say things like, 'You depressed little loser... I bet you cut yourself don't you! You emo! Just kill yourself and end it all!'" I started to cry as I repeated some of the things they said to me. "They said things like 'fight back you little twerp! You are weak! That's why nobody loves you! Nobody sticks up for you because you aren't worth the breath!' Then by that point I'd be on the ground clenching my stomach and gasping for air." I shut my eyes tightly trying to force the memories out of my head. I was holding my stomach with my arm and clenching my chest with my head as I sobbed.

Robert walked up to me and hugged me. "You're okay now." I stood up as he still held me in his embrace. "Nobody will hurt you here okay? You are worth it... don't you doubt it for a second." He told me. I nodded.

That night I lay awake thinking back to the memories of what made me leave. I thought back to what happened after I left. Was it really for the better? Or am I just going to end up back in the same place as before? Alone.

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