My monologue: Why does she hits me? She hates me? Did I made anything wrong when I was born?
Well... my story begans since I was a little girl that I never met my father and It feels horrible to do not have a father, my mother is an alcoholic and everytime she came home, she hit me and one day she made my hand starting to bleed and she wounded my hand seriously, now there's a cut and it's deeper and deeper and with the passing of the time, all my flesh started to disappear and I get into bones and when I get school, everyone hate me and started saying that I was a bag of bones andthat make me feel horrible because I couldn't do anything with people watching at me and when my brother Mike arrived home she (my mother) said he was perfect and I was a disaster and that he was "The perfect son".
But now I'm terrified and worried and I don't like feeling like a bag of bones and life is just unfair, no one understands me!
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