Am I a Psycho?

Amy was a normal girl, or at least she looked like one. She had pale bleached hair often pinned into two tight buns on her head with deep brown eyes usually mistaken for being black. Black. Black with no emotions at all contained inside of them. Listless. She was just a happy go lucky girl they thought. She wasn't anymore. They lied. Something had broken inside of her.
She was always the quiet one. The one who sat at the back of her 8th grade classroom. No friends. None at all. She was quiet, but not shy. She wasn't shy but was psychotic.

Psychotic. That's what her mother had called her. She had screamed it at her over and over again permanently burning who she was into her brain.
She was a psycho.