My name is Lilianna, but everyone calls me Anna, I am 18 years old, but I feel like I am a lot younger. I am having trouble remembering a few years since I had a head injury. No one will tell me what happened properly. They treat me like I am made of fine China, fragile, delicate. But at times I do not feel fragile like fine china, I feel fragile like a bomb. I feel like I am ready to just explode with anger and frustration at any point. The feelings become so extreme that it scares me. I don’t like this side of me, and I wonder if this is the real me or if this is who I have become after what has happened?
I live with my aunt Daphne and her fiancé Mylo because my parents died in a car crash. I think this is where I got my injury even when everyone says no. But if they will not tel
