Outbreak.

I was the son of a wealthy CEO. I've never known what poverty was my entire life. When I saw homeless people or people less fortunate than me, I would always give them a few pounds. But I never realised I'd be the one asking for pounds in a million years. It started when my father died when I was 13 he got very sick and the doctors didn't know what it was. Unfortunately,he died from it. He left me and my family money to share. The problem only began there my mother became depressed after my father died she didn't cope and she ended up using all the money to pay for alcohol after her medication wasn't helping. I had some money so I bought a house it was nothing special,just an apartment. I kept in contact with my mother but my brother and my sister were my only relatives I never spoke to again. The reason was me and my mother were the only people upset about my dad. Victor and Chelsea just wanted his financials. So I thought that was the end and my life would pick up again but instead of it going swimmingly, it only spiralled downhill into a pit I could never get out of.