Amelia
“Calm down, Lia. Calm down,” Mother yelled, rushing into the house.
Her words fell on deaf ears as I struck down the first vase my eyes caught, smashing it.
“Lia!” she yelled, stomping over to me. At the same time, I pushed over the mini glass table, breaking it.
She grabbed my arm, trying to force me to calm down.
“Get away from me!” I shoved her hard. She stumbled, then fell on top of the broken glass.
For a split second, I was dumbfounded—staring at her split elbow and palm, watching the blood pump out. But soon, I was overwhelmed with anger and continued my rampage.
I pushed over everything standing in my way, then proceeded to break every fragile item I laid my eyes on.
“Get a grip on yourself and stop acting like some crazy woman.” A strong grip clamped onto my arm, an
