In every life there are mile stones.
Birth. Your first steps. First day of school. Marriage, until finally you bring your own children into the world. Some people, as unfortunate it may be, will not experience some of the said milestones. But everyone always reaches the same destination.
Death.
My name is - was Lillian Michaels. Born 19 years ago on March 21. Day of departure - September 14th of the year of 2019. Cause of death - unknown.
Joined in death by Henry Michaels - father.
Succeeded by Elena Michaels - mother
Lina Michaels - sister.
I never wanted to die. I mean, who does? I had my life planned out from beginning to the end. But as I said. Life doesn't turn out that way. The fact of the matter is that you should never take life for granted. Enjoy it. That is what I regret most.
My routine was precise. Wake up at 7:00 a.m. leave home by 8:00 arrive at work at precisely 8:30 leave work at 4:30 p.m. etc. this was everyday. But I never complained. Home was definitely not home for me. My mother and father was in a car accident when I was about fifteen killing my dad and paralyzing my mom. Though the disability checks do help. They didn't cover the expenses as much as needed so I went to the local diner and lied about my age and got a job there. They found out really soon after but with much pleading, the let me work for them.
My mother though useless from the waist down was still against me working at such a young age. This - as strange at is may seem - caused a massive rift between us. My sister was twelve at the time so she was unable to help out with the financial issues. Eventually she ended up rebelling against me and my mother. Lina was a beautiful girl with her whole life ahead of her but she made some terrible decisions. She was caught stealing money from our funds to supply her rough life style. We later had to send her to therapy. She slowly be surely got better and when she turned sixteen, she was given a job offer at the same diner that I worked at.
This is where the beginning of the end started for me.
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