*Bold Is flashbacks*
My parents died in a car crash two years ago. The cause is still unknown. It changed me a lot, living your whole life with them and now they're just…gone. Why me? Why couldn't this happen to some other family? I never got to say I love you and I’m sorry to my parents. The worst part of it is that before they left, My mom and I got to arguing. "You're a terrible mother! You can't stay in with your sick daughter? Is your boss that important?" "Samantha!" My mom cuts in. I still remember it like it was yesterday. ”I hate you! I wish you were never my mom!" I venomously spit out. She looks at me with sadness etched in her eyes as the tears start falling down her cheeks. She wordlessly makes her way out of the door as I head back to my room thinking about the events that just happened. I felt incredibly bad as I remember the look my mom gave me before she left. I slowly stand up and reach into my desk drawer. Fumbling around I find it, my razor. I never used it before, I almost did once. It was after my first year at high school and I was being bullied. I remove the memory from my head as I swipe the blade across my wrist. It took the pain of being a bad daughter away, made me forget about our fight that put my mom in tears. I was 16 at the time and my brother was 20, a legal adult. He became my legal guardian and had to provide for me. He got a higher paying job to pay for cable and food. Our parents had played our house and mortgage off already and they had given it to us in their will. They had always had one 'In case something happens' my mom would always say. And something did happen, I lost my parents. But the one thought that comes back into my mind... Was it my fault? Was my mom crying while she was driving because of me and crashed? This is what haunts my mind all day.
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Sorry it's so short. Hopefully I start writing more :) Let me know what you think and if i should continue