This was my life.

Right, so I was asked to write out a brief history on my life because of some reason. I will say this now, it sounds unbelievable at first, and I wish it never happened.

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I grew up normally. My parents loved me and my baby sister, Sarah, and we loved them back. I was the oldest by 3 years, so I had to be the bigger brother at times. I will admit we fought, but who doesn't. I went to a catholic school for my entire schooling, and hated every minute of it. I was constantly bullied by the same four guys, but more on that later.

 

In 2007, we were coming down from my grandma's grave, and me and Sarah were fighting in the back seat. Dad was driving and Mum was trying to sort us out. Dad said if we didn't stop messing around, he'd pull over and we'd both walk. Sarah didn't know if he was joking and started to look upset. I unbuckled me seatbelt and climbed over to her to give her a hug to apologise, but Dad saw me. He took his eyes off the road for a second, and lost control of the car. It flew off the road and into a bunch of trees, and when we hit I smashed through the windscreen and into the forest.

 

I woke up 2 weeks later in hospital. I was still scratched up but nothing was broken. A nurse came in to see that I was awake. When I asked to see my family, she looked at the floor. My entire family was lost in that fucking car accident, and I was to blame. I buried them a week later, staying with my dad's best friend at the time. Problems only got worse from there. I was told that custody was given to my mother's brother and his wife and everything that was left to me was his until I was 18. I couldn't take that shit, I knew my uncle and all he wanted was the money. He only ever saw me when he wanted something. I spent a month in the court system pleading my case, saying that if my uncle gained control of my assets, he would take them as his own. My Dad owned the house we lived in and was under his name. My uncle had no right to it at all. After the month, I was granted emancipation and the inheritance to be used to pay legal fees and bills for the house. My uncle didn't like that. He hit me in front of the court house, saying I was a fucking brat like my dad. My "uncles" (Men my dad was friends with most his life, mainly bikers. Grew up around them, became family) saw that, and broke his jaw. I lived well for a few months, before an old friend of mine came to live with me. She thought I needed help, when she needed it more than I did. It's a story for another time.