They had been bullying her for years. Dudley, Petunia, Vernon (they never did deserve the titles of "aunt" and "uncle"), various classmates, and even some of the neighbours. No one, not even the teachers at school, bothered to do a thing. Of course they didn't. Who would help the freaky little weirdo that everyone talked shit about?
That was okay, though. She had gotten used to it over time. Now she could say that she didn't hear their words no matter if they were whispered or shouted. She could talk over them in her mind. Criticisms bounced off like ricocheting bullets. They shot her down, but she stood up against them again and again and again.
Her parents were dead. She had no friends. Everyone feared her somewhat as the strange skinny freak like people in the Middle Ages feared alleged witches. She had nothing to lose. They could fire at her multiple times. It didn't matter. Their shots always ricocheted. She refused to fall to their firing aims. She was bulletproof. She was titanium.
Karma was beautiful to her. They could cut her down, but she made sure that they would suffer much worse later on. Her mind was in a ghost town filled with haunted love. Love that was never remembered to be given or received. The old saying really helped: "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Those words were in her thoughts, speaking out over the insults they used on her and the harm they intended to bring.
That was where her childhood nearly destroyed her life. Her heart became stone. A machine gun. She fought back harsher and more dangerous than they ever were. It was a shock that the skinny girl got her fat cousin sent to the ER. Her aunt was poisoned. Her uncle's company burned down (no one, luckily, was killed). Kids at school mysteriously got injured very badly every time they tried to hurt her. Teachers would be fired for unknown reasons. Some of the neighbours quickly moved to different neighbourhoods out of fear. They could run, but they could never hide. She would always find them. She had a stone heart. She loved the bulletproof glass she was surrounded with.
They shot her down, but she wouldn't fall. She was titanium. They shot her down, but she wouldn't fall. She was titanium. They shot her down, but she wouldn't fall. She was titanium. They shot her down, but she wouldn't fall.
Because Alyssa Potter was titanium.