"Your useless child,Brooklyn. You will never succeed in life. No one will ever love you and no one will ever try!'' My mother screamed. I don't know why she doesn't appreciate me. I am her daughter, aren't I? Maybe not. She'a told me this my entire life now. It seems weakening but I'v heard it so many time it no longer has any effect on me. My mind hears it but it just goes out the other ear.
This started when i was born, my mom almost had a miscarriage while pregnant with me. When my dad told me that she made herself almost have a miscarriage, it officially came to my attention that my dad is the only one who loves me. Though I also get abused by him, we talk more than my mom and I.
I used to have two older sisters when i was much younger. They were my best friends, my only friends, Amanda and Bryannah. We got in trouble by our mom for staying out too late, she was not pleased with us. She yelled at us some but then started beating Bryannah, she was the oldest. Amanda tried to stop her but ended up face first, into the coffee table, covered in blood. Bryannah managed to get away but then ended up in the same position as Amanda. Dead. By being throw into the coffee table and having one of the legs go through her chest and by being thrown out of the window.
Yeah, it was hard for a two-year-old to watch her older sisters get killed by their mother. Remarkable pain, isnt it?
All I ask is for someone to love me. Is that really to much?
