My living hell

The Beginning

My life isn't the best but it might be the worst you've ever heard of. My name is Samantha Gonzales. I'm 14 years old. Born on November that's right I'm a November baby. I live with my mom (Luna), Stepdad (Mateo), half-brother (Ray he is 8 years old), and 3 half sisters (Annabeth 24 years old, Sophia 20 years old, and Maya 17 years old). At night I sneak out to go to my half older brother's (Javier)  house, he is 20 years old and very smart also the son of my biological father. I love going over there because my half twin brother is there, Samuel Gonzales, and my two little half-brothers and sister (Jackie and Joshua twins). Always make my day when I see them but at the same time, it is not the best thing to go and visit them. But you know what I am getting ahead of myself how my life became a living hell.

It all started when I was born, yes I know "Isn't that a bit too extreme. You were just a little baby." Well, not when your half twin brother was born first and your biological dad was waiting for your uncle to tell him I am born and tell him my name. Like come on I am the child that was a "mistake" you can say, but hey I am here right? Plus it doesn't help with my father's criminal records, so wow thanks, dad.

Well, a couple months since I was born I would show signs of an abnormal child. How? You may ask well that's not difficult to answer my eyes would change to an orange-yellow color, and I would get mad extremely fast. My mom would be worried about it because I would only sleep during the day once the sun is up, and I can't fall asleep at night since day one (When I was born). She would call her brother to help her because he is a paster. I apparently never liked him because once he was in my presence my eyes changed of color and I felt pure rage. He started calling me demon child ever since or devel's greatest creation. Yeah, imagine till this day still hearing those same words from the same mother fucker ain't fun. And it gets worse when they told him I would see shadows in the dark. In other words, I am a great "creature" for the devil who is able to see other nonvisible "demons"?? Like, come on man you made yourself look like a fool.

Other than that my oldest sister never truly liked me you know what they call physical abuse and verbal abuse at home, well guess who was one of the unlucky ones? Yup, you are correct it was me, ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. It became to the point I gained my anxiety depression isolating myself from everyone else. It got worse in school since I wasn't the typical nice skinny child I was what they called me "piggy" that is right I was a chubby cute kid. With the mind of wanting to burn down the whole world. But don't feel all too bad for me I mean I wasn't being a good child either. I mean yeah sure my past is my past but hey somethings I gained from it even the person who I am today. So thank you to all those mother fuckers for ruining my life and those who made it fun.