Is this abuse or am I overreacting?

Recently I've been under extreme stress due to not being able to be understood by my family. Mostly my mom because she's around the house 24/7. I always wake up to either her yelling or my sister being loud over her games or my little brother crying. I just never had one good sleep so I made a makeshift curtain to my room windows so I can have a good sleep. Anyway, I've mostly always ignored my mom whenever she tells me to do chores, but I do wash the dishes on my own. I'm always hungry and tired but that's probably because I'm a growing teenager and that results in me sleeping for more than 11 hours sometimes and my mom thinks I'm lazing around. One time I went to a friend's house all dressed up and she hated my outfit so much that she argued with me for it and she started yapping about how she used to feed her siblings when she was in the 3rd grade, something. I feel bad but dayum no correlation at all, miss. My sister did tell me I don't look that bad though.

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Anyway, let's cut to the chase.

Due to extreme stress, I started yelling at my sister a lot and she removed the curtain I made because it was dirty and she had to clean it but I just started bawling my eyes out loudly. Then my mother came in and asked why I was being like this. Then I just went silent then she kept pressing and I was gonna tell her but my voice went into screaming mode. I was topless because like I'm heating up so she told me to wear clothes, she asked 3 times. I didn't listen, because why is she controlling even such little things as this? So then the 3rd time she got mad and got a huge stick and started beating me with it. She wouldn't stop even as I was dressing up. She started yelling and yelling until she said she was gonna get a 🔪 downstairs. My dad and auntie stopped her and my auntie went in my room and started yelling at me for hitting her back. Gee I was being hit by a damn stick so I kicked my mom a lot as well, if I wasn't topless I def would've thrown hands. My auntie and my dad yelled at me in my room for 30 minutes. At this point I was numb, never responding to them, just crying subconsciously. Then my mom came in and started yelling again for another 15 mins. Same thing, I was numb. She started victimizing herself asking if this was her fault. Actually, she knew I was under extreme stress, she kept blaming me for it though. Like how I'm so depressed and allat mocking. And that it's my fault that I do the bad things they do as well. And that I should know better. I heard some sht like that for the whole time. Anyway she and my auntie went into their room and started yapping about how sht am I for hitting back and all general stuff. She said I have a demon in my heart or something or that I have a black heart full of hatred. Honestly, not really. I'm a naturally cheerful kid in school. I would break down once in a while in school uncontrollably but I never told my family about it. So now I'm just shaking terribly in my own room, my auntie went in and started yapping shi about how everyone loves me and I shouldn't be like this. Honestly? Every single bullshit she had spouted sounded so fake to me. I do not care if she was telling the truth. My mom came into my room to ask my auntie about some social media shi(unrelated), she started dissing me again. I was already shaking uncontrollably the whole time and they kept speaking and speaking. Then they left. That night, I had the most massive headache I've ever had in my life. Even up to this morning I have a headache.

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I photographed my bruises and cuts, I only recorded the time my auntie came in to talk to me like the last part.

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They're never gonna stop, she said the next time I don't listen to her again, she's gonna do something like cook my legs something (slang btw)

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Anyway my left leg is pretty busted and I can't walk properly.

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I actually tried to escape through my window just right after my mom had left after beating me and my auntie stopped me from doing so, ugh. I genuinely was THAT close to running away forever.

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Everybody gaslighted me into thinking this was discipline and honestly I'm convinced I'm overreacting. There are others who experience worse stuff.

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I wanna report them but I have 2 younger siblings and I'd feel bad if we had to go to adoption/foster care. I've heard stories about how shi it is there as well.

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I'm pretty sure I can somehow convince my friends parents to let me stay in there though if I explain my situation but I don't know. I'm pretty reluctant to go.