She sits on the swings and rocks herself gently.
Back and forth... Back and forth...

Using the back of her hands, she rubs the tears off her cheeks.
Then turning her right hand over, used her palm to wipe the streak of blood off the corner of her mouth.
Using her fingertips, she touched the bruise forming over her left eye.
She cringed as more tears spilled out of her eyes onto her cheeks.

"Bitch..."
The word kept resounding in her head, in the voice she was familiar with.

And with every time the words resounds in her head.... another wound opened somewhere on her body.

She's bleeding. Fast.
Losing blood...

She pressed her palms against her ears, hoping it would stop...
But it won't, and it can't, because what's said has been said...

And there is nobody there to hold her now.... Not even when she's so hurt, not even when she's about to die...