Lydia Diaz was one of the sweetest girls you'd meet. and one of the happiest.
But, trauma changes people. trauma changes everyone.
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I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. Lovely start to my Christmas morning. I slept from 1PM to 7AM so, the headache is reasonable.
My door opens and Chris is standing there. "Santa came!" Chris says, but the excitement doesn't reach his eyes. He's not as happy as usual either. I wish I could take his pain away. Shield him from everything.
I smile at him before standing up and following him to the living room.
Grandma and Grandpa are already there. Anna and Aunt Sophia are nowhere to be found. I take a seat on the couch and Chris sits beside me.
This feels like old times. When we were living with our grandparents and it was Christmas morning. And I don't like it.
"Breakfast time. We can't open presents just yet, bud." Aunt Sophia says as she walks out of the kitchen. Anna is behind her. "Lydia. Come help us please." Anna says with a small smile. I stand up and follow her into the kitchen.
I grab dishes from the cabinet before setting the table. "I heard about the argument with Grandma." Anna says. "Don't. Just don't." I say as I lay the plates on the table, putting silverware beside them. "It's not my fault you bring drama wherever you go." Anna says.
That sentence stings. Maybe I do bring drama everywhere. I've always blamed my grandparents for making my life a living hell, but maybe I was the one who caused it. Maybe I was a bad child. Maybe I wasn't enough for them.
"Lydia! Grab the cups. How many times do I have to say it, girl?" Aunt Sophia asks. "Sorry." I say quietly before going to the kitchen and grabbing the cups. I put them on the table before finding a seat. Chris sits next to me and Anna sits on the other side of me.
I put some food on my plate before starting to eat, everyone does the same as they drift into their own conversations.
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After breakfast, we opened presents. I got clothes, books, and a necklace I've been wanting. Chris got new toys and some clothes. Anna just got a book she wanted. "Show me what you got, buddy." Aunt Sophia says, leaning in front of Chris. "Lydia, could you go get a trash bag and start cleaning up the wrapping paper?" Grandma asks.
I nod my head before going to my room and putting my things up. I then head to the kitchen and grab a trash bag before going back to the living room.
I clean up the wrapping paper while everyone shows what they got.
I finish cleaning then take the trash outside before going back to my room. I put the books I got on my bookshelf and put the clothes I got into my closet.
I sigh with relief as I fall onto my bed. My headache is getting worse and I feel faint. I close my eyes, trying to help the headache.
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"Lydia Rose!" I hear someone yell. I sit straight up quickly, my head hurting even worse as I do so. I fell asleep. "Why are you asleep?! It's Christmas. Come spend time with the family." Grandma asks. "I don't feel good." I say, laying back down.
"You are not using those excuses again! Get up! Now!" She says. I don't move. "Lydia Rose. GET UP NOW!" She yells. I sit back up. "I DONT FEEL GOOD! WHY CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT??" I yell. "Lower your tone. I'm the adult, you're the child." Grandma says. I scoff.
"Go to the living room. Now." She says. I get up before walking out of my room and to the living room.
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I stand up a little bit later to get some water. I head to the kitchen and get a glass and start pouring water.
Suddenly, my vision blurs and I don't see what I'm doing as I turn and I drop the glass on the floor, cutting my leg and hand.
Someone walks into the kitchen and my head snaps up. "Lydia! What is going on with you?!" Grandpa asks. Grandma walks into the kitchen. "That was my mother's dish!!" Grandma says, rushing over. "Why do you always ruin everything?!" She says with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I say, repeating it as I walk down the hall. I stop at the bathroom and grab the bandages, bandaging my leg and hand.
I then go to my room and lay on my bed. I look up at the ceiling and just wonder what's wrong with me.
