I ran around the swing set, giggling. I glanced toward my mom's figure. She's always on her phone, never looking at me! I just wish sometimes she would pay attention to me. But, despite my negative mood, I continued to run around. Upon venturing further from the swing set, a bigger kid stepped in front of me. I stopped in my tracks. "Hey four-eyes, can you even see where you're going?" He taunted. His friends laughed. I felt tears well up in my cobalt-blue eyes, but I stood my ground. "Y-You're just a bunch of bullies! I'm not af-fraid of you!" I lied, clenching my fists. My stutter must have gave me away, because they all snickered. Suddenly, one of them punched me. I tried not to cry out, but it was a strong punch, so I couldn't help but whimper. And within seconds, they were all on top of me, kicking and punching me, until I heard something snap. They all stepped back, seeming horrified, and ran away. Did I do something..? My arm really, really hurt though.. I turned to look at it. It was broken. There was some red squishy-looking stuff inside it.. I felt sick. My mom finally got off her phone and ran over to me straight away, looking horrified.
"After that, I.. don't remember much else, Doctor Hopper." I said to the therapist. He nodded, and continued to write.
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