Amelia2

This is the final part of Amelia written by Simisola Sowole and it centers on depression and suicide.
  Simisola Sowole©
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     I had my bath and looked at myself in the mirror. That was my hobby. It wasn't like I was a beauty queen but I had someone to talk to. Myself. I touched my long black hair. Maybe if I looked different I would have friends. I remembered when Stephanie cut her hair and was treated like a queen. So I pulled a scissors from my drawer and held my hair. I heaved a deep breath and began to cut it. It had gotten to my shoulder but I wasn't satisfied. I cut it more and I looked at myself in the mirror proudly. I just had Travis Lucas hairstyle. I was looking great, i believed. Even better than Stephanie. I dropped the scissors and wore my clothes. I was going to take a walk with my sister.
     I got out of my room and heard a deafening scream. "Amelia!!!!" My mother shouted in fear. "Estas en problemas!" She said in Spanish. I feared my mum. "You cut your hair! Now where is the money you got from it?" She demanded. "Mama I didnt sell my hair." I replied crying. I was given a slap on my cheek. "You cut your beautiful hair I groomed for you since you were little!  All for nothing. You wanna look like those Americans! Those kids running around. " She demanded. She squeezed my ear and slapped me again. "You are a disgrace Amelia!! Voy a tratar de usted!" She threatened. I cried silently touching my short hair and ran out. Sophia followed. "Everybody hates me." I complained to her. Sophia looked at me silently and touched my hair. Sophia couldn't talk but I wish she could. I always prayed she did.
   I walked silently trying to be alone. I was at the bridge and stopped. It was beautiful and I knew the history of the bridge. I looked at the waters and smiled. Beautiful nature. I sat down holding Sophia. I didn't want to go back home. I wanted to be alone with Sophia. I got home late and met my sister and her crack head boyfriend smoking and snogging their faces off. "Hey Amelia get us a pack of condom!" My sister ordered throwing me a note. "I can't. " I objected. She stood up in anger. I quickly ran to the store.
   "A pack of condom." I requested shyly. "All you Mexicans you ain't legal immigrants yet you proudly buy condoms underage." The salesman spat and handed me the pack. I looked away and walked home. My sister took the pack frowning. "Sophia is hungry. Feed her. She isn't my responsibility. " My sister said. I carried Sophia to my room. She ate there silently. I played music on my iPod and slept off.
    The next day in school I walked to class and saw shocking faces. "Amoeba nice look! Now you look like algae !!" Someone shouted. I was very angry. "Thank you at least I don't wear my grandma's hair!" I retorted at the girl who insulted. She dyed her hair grey. The class grew silent. I was visibly shaking. "Am sorry" I pleaded innocently. "Fight!fight!!" The class chorused. The girl got up and reached for my neck chocking me. "Should I end her?" She asked the class. They all put their thumbs up. "Nahh she'll probably go kill herself. Hey Amoeba go kill yourself." She advised. The class laughed mockingly. I put my head on my table crying. "Maybe I will." I whispered.
    I got home and fed Sophia. She looked happy to see me. I touched my neck, it had bruises. "I love you Sophia." I told her sadly. I decided to have a walk with her. We passed our lane and reached the bridge. I stood looking at the beauty of nature. "Be strong " I whispered. I laughed happily and put my legs over the bridge boundary. "Sophia come!" I urged. She yelped and moved back. I smiled and looked at Sophia. I took a step further and Splash! I was in the water. Sophia barked repeatedly. I waved at her as I fought with the water. It overcame and I was buried in it. It was all over.