My name's Brett. Its been 8 years but everything was still in my mind like it just happened yesterday. The stench of blood,the horror,the screaming.Since then I was alone no one to depend on, no friends no family,nothing.. Right now I'm a regular highschool student, a senior to be exact. I've been alone I didn't have a moment to enjoy.laugh.or cry because I didn't have time. I have to strive everyday to live to get to where I am, to be able to live by myself with the money my parents left.
It became an everyday routine. Go to school, go home, rest,sleep. I was nothing,nobody,no worth. No one would even care if I died. I really thought everything was just that and nothing more. Someone made me realize that life isn't always gloom and doom. That everyday you're living is a miracle.
