"Pamela Isely Martin! How dare you do this to your sister, and how dare you ruin my reputation like this!" My mother screams at me from across the room, and takes a gulp of brandy out of her fancy glass.
"I-I don't know what I did Mom," I stutter, "it wasn't my fault, he did this to me."
"Why can't you just be like your sister?" She whispers.
"I've tried! I can't be perfect. I can't be an oblivious spoiled brat for the rest of my life, I want to be a scientist."
"Well then it's a good thing you're going to an asylum, somewhere people like you can get help," Lydia smirks.
"W-what?" The color drains from my face, my body is trembling with wrath and sadness. How could they do this to me? "did dad say this was okay?"
"Of course, he signed the papers with me," she laughs in a drunken stupor, "now get packed, you're leaving tomorrow morning."
And from that moment on, Pamela didn't exist anymore; only pain and revenge.
[Seasons 3b + 5]