Since my dad had to keep all of us, he had to move from his 2 bedroom apartment to a new house. Emma and I shared a bedroom, Colby and Markus shared another, and since Jason was so younge and still enjoyed living life in a crib, he got to bunk in with dad in the master bedroom. After the move everything got very strained and frustrating. We never had any money, which caused a lot of issues. Even after Kendra moved in things weren't much better. She worked as a waitress at Hooters, which didn't pay well, which didn't help much since dad was a janitor at St. Joseph's public school.
Ever since my mother died I have fallen into a deep depression, I never wanted to talk to anyone, or do anything. Sometimes I even took my anger out on Emma, who doesn't deserve it, at all. She's the only one that is ever there for me and all I do is push her away. After a few weeks of this Emma brought my dad's attention to the topic that maybe I need help, so he took to me to the doctors. After a few tests it was declared that I was diagnosed with chronic depression, and so of course that means I was put on anti depressants. My dad figured I was just a little messed up because of my mom's passing, but I have always been a little mad inside...
When I was younger I heard voices, they spoke to me. I don't know what they were saying, but I know they were speaking to me. In the middle of the night I would have nightmares, and wake up crying. I was terrified. Once in the first grade I was in the bathroom washing paint from my hands, nobody else was there but me. So I was at the sink just washing until, someone breathed down my neck. I knew nobody was there because the bathroom was silent and I hadn't heard the screeching of the door. I never told anyone about this, I was scared they would think I was crazy. I'm not crazy.
Lately though, I have been hearing the voices again, but I still don't understand what they are saying to me. I was curious, and so I looked up what was happening to me. Everything I read said it was a severe case of schizophrenia or paranoia. I decided to tell my sister what had happened, I told her everything from the bad dreams to the strange voices. She told me to wait a little bit to tell dad, he was still processing the idea of his 10 year old daughter suffering from a severe case of depression.
If your wondering what school is like, well there is really only one way to describe it. It's a living hell. All the other kids made fun of me, and called me names. It's the same now, 3 years later. Only difference is, everything is ten times worse, including me.
