My parents died in a car accident when I was 10 years old in Mexico where they were on holidays. I was so shocked, so sad, that I stopped eating for some days. I refused to obey my grand parents with whom I was forced to stay since their death, as they were very irritating, always harassing me mentally. I was tired of hearing “ We will always be there for you hun”, they are liars. That was an horrible phase in my life and thanks God everything changed after some time. Everything changed when I met Sam, he is the only person that I trust. Now I am 24 and I still miss my parents sometimes. I never understood why they died. Why did my parents have to die? They were so good people. Why did they have to leave me when I needed them the most? I always tried to get what happened, but well, there are things that stay unresolved for a lifetime I guess. I’m still lost when I think of what happened to them. Sometimes I think that they are not dead. They both suffer from amnesia, that is why they never came back home after the accident. Sometimes when I go to town, I have the impression of seeing them walking in the crowded streets. They just do not recognize me because I grew up.
Grandma told me that I need some rest, I must be too tired, that mum and dad are not here anymore. What they say hurts me a lot. Both Sam and I think that they are wicked and we decided to fight against them. I know that grandma and grandpa hate me as they want me to see a doctor. The other day, I heard them talking, and grandpa said: “That girl is becoming weird even more everyday, she doesn’t even bathe now, talk to her please Olga”. That is not true, I am just tired sometimes to go to the bathroom, I feel safe in my bed, no one can harm me in my bedroom. Anyway, when grandma forced me to go downstairs and have dinner with them the other day, she clearly understood that I was not going to let her control my life. That day, she really irritated me, so I went to the kitchen, took a knife I found on the table and explained to her very clearly that I wasn’t going to be her slave. I think she got the fear of her life and that is a great thing because in fact, when I think about the so called ‘death’ of my parents, I realize that my grandparents both made up this story so as to take me as their hostage.
Please can someone give me an idea how I can sort out that problem very quickly? I think they are going to send me to hospital because they hate me.