Amelia

Chapter I

As usual my mom is scolding me, I'm not trying to take it serious cuz it happens every day but today she is really mad at me. I don't get it why she's mad at  me for what my sister did. My sis  isn't that small, she's 13. My mom act as if my sister is a queen while ignoring me totally. She's the one who took my assignment from my bag and hid it, because of her I couldn't submit and got bad grade. *sign*

First let me introduce myself
Hey, my name is Amelia . I'm 19 and I live in America . I'm doing last year of high school.
I'm an intro person, I mean I'm really shy, quite closed person, i have anxiety and I don't get along soon with people. But that doesn't mean I don't have feelings or I'm emotionless. Since small I've gone through a lot. My parents think they gave me shelter, food and send me to school that's all. No! There are so much more...

when I was a baby my dad moved to America and started to work here.  Even if I had dad my mom kinda had to raise me alone, but my grandparents were with me. My grandpa was a really short tempered person, so he used to fight with many people. Since small I grew up hearing to those screams, shouts, breaking stuffs, I always used to cry alone in my room. My mom was stressed about her stuff, she couldn't let out her stress so she showed everything on me. At the beginning I thought she's stressed it will be ok. No It didn't finish there ... I had  no one to talk about my feelings. From that time I was depressed, stressed and I never knew what was anxiety and all.

When I was 13 we moved to America to live with our dad. I had  to go to new school, learn new language and mainly find new friends. I was nervous and anxious but somehow I finished my middle school. But there I found the one and only person I trust, I believe and I love. My best friend Emma. She's such a sweetheart. She's the one who supports me the most. Who understood me, who really knows what's inside me.

Yah so this is me and let me get back to
what's exactly happening now.
My mom  just kept shouting at me, I always be silent but today I can't , I was so done so I said "mom, it  was not  me. She was the one who did it. But you're telling me it's my fault that I got bad grade"I didn't even raise my voice.
She just came to me, held me by my neck and pushed me to the wall and was like "how dare you talk back?" But she didn't how hard it was, there was something on wall and my head hit it. I didn't realize I just fell on the floor automatically tears fell from my eye. My mom thought I was being over dramatic and just left me there and went to kitchen. After like couple  seconds My head was hurting so much, I felt hopless... I never thought my own mom would do something like that...I'm still her child  tho.....I couldn't bear the pain anymore. I was crying a mess but my mom didn't care , I felt scared... and then out of a sudden everything went black...