Bored. Angry. Lost. Forgotten. I feel alone in this world of mine. Unwanted. Like I was placed in the wrong time. Why do I feel like somewhere else, far, far away is calling me?
Another unanswered question, Amalia thougt while lying on her bed looking out into the darkness. She watched her reflection in the window. Tracing the outline of her face with her fingers. No one would ever want her. Not her parents, not anybody. She was all alone, waiting for things that she thougt will never come.
Suddenly, she heard screaming down below her. Another fight had broken out between her mother and her brother Ricardo. Ricardo had always been the favorite. He got everything he wanted. But now, he had enlisted in the army. Amaila's mother was heartbroken. She hated him now. They fought over everything, and Amalia was caught in the middle. She wished she could just leave. Get away from everything, just find that place far, far away where she could be happy again. She wondered if that place was in her imagination. Just some silly dream she had made up to escape reality, but deep down inside she had faith, one little glimmer of hope that it was real, and that she would find it someday, but until then she was stuck in this horrible place.
Amaila lifted the soft comfortor from the bed and put it over her head while she layed down to cry. Slowly drifting in and out of a cold, dreamless sleep. Wishing she was anywhere but here.
