Stereotypical

A desire

"You don't deserve a life."  "Give up already!" "Don't you dare touch me you filthy brat!"
Don't leave me alone....

This is how I remember growing up, in one stereotypical world.

Every single morning was the same. Wake up at 6:30 A.M. Eat breakfast, put on my school uniform and go to school. One day after another I did this, waiting for the day something would change.
One morning I woke up, I looked at the clock in my room. "6:30" I mumbled. My eyes dropped down to the bottom of my door. Mother had made my oatmeal and folded my uniform for me, again. I hobbled out of bed, immediately fixing the sheets. As the finished with folding the top blanket over, I looked at my math textbook on the floor. "My room is a disaster..." I ate my oatmeal at my study desk while listening to the daily news. Placing my bowl down, I kneeled down to pick up my uniform. Once again the morning went just like every other morning. I just opening the door to leave for school, when I heard a thud. I ignored it. "Bye Mother!" I called. I waited for her usual 3 second response, nothing. "Mother?" Then I heard another noise, different, lower, less clear this time... like someone was speaking to her, to me. To them self.