Just recently my parents passed away in a car accident. The person who accidentally slammed into my parents car was arrested but was very sorry for me. She seemed genuine but I don't think I could trust her.
After my parents died all my dreams were crushed, I became depressed, shy, and unopening. Not wanting to speak, focus or even do anything. My parents were my life, they were everything.
Being at their funeral is what made me cry the hardest i've ever cried in my life. It was like people were taking away my heart without my will. It was they strongest and saddest emotion i've ever felt in my whole entire life.
I'm glad that I am leaving North Dakota and I am flying all the way to Texas. I'm glad that I can get a new start of my life.
I wasn't going to miss anything here, not my house because it was filled with memories of my family, not my friends because most bullied me and none of them would care if I left or not, not the food and not even my school. Nothing mattered to me anymore.
Nothing made me happy. Nothing made me smile. Nothing interested me anymore.
I just wanted to live for my parents. That was the only reason I was still alive. They would have said "Don't give up your life for us. You have a whole future ahead of you. You can do this" Is what my mom would have said and knowing that, that's what they want. I'll do it. But only for them.
Only for them.