I couldn't take it anymore. Too many things have happened to me in a matter of 4 months. I sat in the corner of my room wishing that someone would stop me from doing this. I lifted the knife in my hand to the front of my face and just stared.
It all started when my father got into that car accident because of that stupid drunk driver. He didn't survive. Just when I thought my family got over it just a little bit, my mom had a heart attack. She didn't survive either. Despite the pain I was in, I consoled my brother helping him get through his depression. But one day when I came home from work, he wasn't there. I looked everywhere; couldn't find him.
I brought my free hand up in front of my face alongside the knife. I rested the knife on my wrist and closed my eyes as tears poured. I thought about how my life just progressively got worse.
After all of that, a few weeks later I find out I'm getting laid off from my job. I thought that things couldn't get any worse. But I was wrong. The day after I lost my job, I heard a knock at my door. When I opened the door I encountered a police officer. He showed me my brother's ID asking if I knew him. After telling him that he was my brother he informed me that he was hit by a car last night and didn't make it through the night. He patted my shoulder and whispered "Sorry for the loss" and left. The only thing running through my mind was that I was alone. No one was there for me.
The following few weeks I applied for jobs anywhere and everywhere I could. I got a few calls saying that they had no openings and some said that they wanted someone with more experience. I was losing hope.
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