My past life was a nightmare. Its been like that since I was born. My parents always fought and I was always distracted from their fights. One day my dad decided to leave his family behind. Me, my older brother and my mom. It was tough with my dad gone and Mom always taking care of us and keep a roof above our heads. It was depressing. My brother then got a degree to go to college and join the military. Though, when he was in the military, he was stuck In a coma for three weeks from heat stroke. He lived for two weeks before he died. I couldn"t stop crying. And it was way harder for my mom she barley paid any attention to me at all. I guess she couldn"t take it anymore. We always argued and screamed at each other. And I hated all of it. I couldn"t live like this anymore. So, I decided to sign up for a degree in high school away from my harsh realities and start fresh. I didn"t even visit my mom at all. Two months later living again, I later found out my mom was depressed and jumped from the roof. I blamed myself for all of it. I regretted moving away from her and not visiting her before she died. so I have no family and I"m all alone except for Kelly. The only person who is near family. Even if things don"t work out sometimes. And my friends in high school are just.. friends. Nothing more nothing less. So that is why I want to live happily. I don"t want to be stuck in despair and think about my former life. I had lost everyone but I can"t do anything about it. It just happened.
Not had I only lost my family, but I was bullied in school. It was terrible, I couldn"t focus in my cla.s.swork and it was difficult. People were calling me names, posting horrible things about me in social media, trying to pick up a fight with me, made fun of my clothing. It was living h.e.l.l. I just wanted to run. Run away from cruel reality, run away from my family, run away from the torture I was receiving, run away from all of it. I wanted to live in peace. With a happy and a supporting family. But I got none of that. My brother, Noah, was the only one who helped me with those difficult times. In fact he was the one who took care of me when I was born. He was my only real family. My whole world was destroyed after his death. That is why he is important to me. Important than Mom or Dad. He was always there for me. And I really miss him.