dont tell me to run away [standalone]

It all started yesterday, as she was climbing that large tree outside her house, the one with the beautiful emerald leaves that catch on the fringe of her dress.

She wasn’t looking where she was going and it all came to her at once, the ground at least. The soft grass hit her like a hand, rough with callouses and anger seemed to pulse in the ground beneath her, crying then even wasn’t an option. So there lay the little girl, lying broken under the tree that she’s always come to adore so much, thanks to one little slip of a dainty foot. No one looks for her, no one cares. And her arms lay outstretched and she can finally stand up, with effort and annoying clicking noise in her left leg. Her arms are pulled to slim sides and eyes look ahead in such a forceful way that it would make anyone run.

The pain ratchets through every bone in her body, one step at a time keeping her in balance as her arms swing uselessly at her sides. The tears begin to come as she steadily makes it through the door in her household home, the smell of beer passing over her white dress, stained in blood, the edges torn. Pippa is a monster from the story books, eyes dead and hands dripping with crimson liquid that coats everything in its path. No one can understand how she gets into such situations.

“What did you do to yourself, girl?” That’s the only voice that meets her as she walks past her father, a glass in his hands and eyes as hard as steel. He gets up; the entire table shaking under his immense weight as she tries to back away; hands clutched together as the blood circles her fingers. Pippa doesn’t like her father, he doesn’t like her either. She was a true mistake; he calls it, simply a result of one drunken night, never really wanted from the start.

“Dad, I fell from the tree out there.” She points to the large form standing outside, its only too soon before he grabs her hand and shakes her up and down. “What were you thinking you stupid girl, get yourself cleaned up now and don’t trail anymore blood into my house.”

“Yes.”