I'm probably going to delete this afterwards just in case but the event that really got me angry and feeling like I came second from my parent's religion was when I was 14.

There was one of those assemblies on the weekend and that day I woke up throwing up. I was constantly throwing up and asked my parents if I could please stay because I felt like I was dying. I was completely out of it and feeling like I couldn't keep my eyes open. Of course my mom accused me of faking it so I didn't have to go so she forced me to go.

During the assembly I kept throwing up constantly and was just in the restroom feeling super weak. My mom finally decided to let me wait in the car. It was still kinda fresh outside so they left the windows closed and left me with a bag to throw up in. Well being Texas, it soon got hot and I got super dehydrated. I didn't have a phone to call anyone and I was locked inside. It was so hot and I was so thirsty and was crying while still throwing up.

Finally during the midday lunch my parents went to check on me and saw my condition and took me to the hospital. I had to be put on fluids and stayed there the whole day. It was one of the worst experiences of my life.