Unconscious By madison

I come from a family where we don't make as much money as our neighbors.
We have to skip dinner a few times a week, and I only get new shoes every two years.
Despite all I “struggle” with, I'm fine. No one bugs me at school, that's why I have no friends. No one bullies me
I just sit alone, with my ripped jeans that look vintage, but are just old. Everything is fine, I'm fine.
I wake up in my hand me down bed from twenty years ago, and walk through the worn halls of our home, where all our struggles hang in pictures on the walls.
I say good bye to my mother and wish her luck for the day to come. I said goodbye to my two younger brothers when I woke up because we share the same room.
Everything around me is just kind of dark. I got to school and I couldn't hear the kids talking. Everything was quiet, although I could see their lips moving, it was as if the world was put on mute, and before I knew it the ground was bending. I could see the school getting closer, and then… I couldn't see at all.

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***Hi! My name is Amanda, and I suffer from long term memory loss. I don't really know who I am or how I lost my memory, but I was told it was a accident. I've been in the hospital for two weeks, and I haven't been able to see straight, but I don't know if I could do that before I got sick. Anyway, I think I'm going to see my family today and I am very excited to meet them.

I met my parents, and went home, but I don't want to be here. I can barely remember who these people are and they are trying to make me live in their shack.
I try to be apart of this family, I try to contribute, but they are pushing me to the edge. They say they know me, but I don't know them. They make me work, when I don't care. These people are apart of my life and I want to be free.
I can't do it anymore. This is the day it's going to be all over. I may have loved them before, but no longer. I stood up and walked over through the tight rugged hallway and saw the people who made my recovery miserable, and reacted and swung my arm. Everyone was emotionless, in utter shock. I regretted nothing.
I'm in a car, I'm going to foster care, all for one simple punch, what does that even mean anyway, I was just upset that's all, but that's ok because now I can find the people who really love me, in a new home, with richer people. Kinder people.

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