My dad and my sister rushed into my room.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed louder.
"What's happening? What's wrong with you, kiddo?" my dad asked, trying to hold me in his embrace.
I pushed my father away, and I could see him hitting his back against the wall.
"Emily, calm down!" my sister yelled.
"Tell them to stop, sis. Tell them to stop," I cried.
Emma rushed out of my room to get a tranquilizer. My father was struggling to get back on his feet. The pain he had incurred, slamming his back against the wall, had a toll on him.
Before my sister could return, my entire room was disheveled. I had scattered my wardrobe, looking for clothes to cover my ears. I pushed my bed to a corner of the room and scattered my shelves with my feet. The mirror I had in my room was shattered into pieces,
