I'll leave my house for school in the morning and then I'll come home in the afternoon. I ask myself every day "Am I really home?" It doesn't feel like it. I use to have that heart warm feeling walking into my house as if I were safe, But now whenever I walk in the door I feel like I could get murdered at any second. This one time I tipped over a glass of tea my mom was drinking and said "my life is great" then lost it and started crying then went to my room. The whole house got silent and nobody came to check on me. Then I knew, my family didn't care that much about me.