Inside My Head

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aye hoolio (Amelia) is back and enjoy this im actually gonna try kinda idk bye *mic drop*

I was only 10 when I was in a car crash with my mother and father. I was the only survivor. I still remember my mothers neck, twisted at a funny angle, and my father laying limp, a shard of glass lodged in his abdomen, his dismembered arm on the back seat. I remember the agonising pain I was in, for hours; waiting for the ambulance to come. The metal piece lodged in my back. I have so many scars from that one night. Funny how much can happen in such little time.

My aunt and uncle took me in after the incident, though James was abusive. Almost every day he would drag her to the bedroom and hit her. One time, he went overboard and through a glass bowl at her. I was the one who cleaned the glass from her hands. Then she was diagnosed with cancer, and a year later she died. I was left to fend for myself against my uncle. I didn't have any other family members as they were either on the other side of he world or dead. He was alright for a few weeks after her death, didn't even cry. Then he started to get angry, and decided that I would be his new punching bag. Wouldn't be for long though.

On April 13th 2014, I was diagnosed as a sociopath for almost cutting of my uncle's finger (serves him right) and attempting to dig out his eye with scissors. Job would be done by now if he hadn't caught me and locked me in the closet. He tried to get me locked up, but because of his violent history they sent me to some crappy high security mental asylum off the coast of California.

oo ok this is kinda cool idk -hoolio (Amelia but)