Even the concert I had been planning for so long—when I called the venue, they politely told me that the deposit was non-refundable...
I hated the drunk driver who ruined my life!
Why did he drink and drive? Why didn't he just die? Why didn't he die!?
I had always been a proud person, but the pitying looks from others and the shattering of my dreams drove me to despair.
"Honey, I want some cream of wheat from that corner store. Can you go get it for me?"
After sending my husband out, I slowly got up and picked up the fruit knife on the table.
My hands were so weak that I could barely hold the knife, but I still aimed it at my wrist and stabbed hard.
I missed, but the blood still flowed out.
Yes, I wanted to commit suicide.
Maybe if I died, the pain would end.
But my mother's wailing as she rushed into the hospital room reminded me that if I left this world, my family would be the ones who suffered the most.
"Nyla, you ungrateful daughter! Your brother is gone forever. If you go too, what will your father and I do?"
My mother threw herself on top of me, crying bitterly.
My brother's death made my heart ache, and I couldn't hold back my tears as I hugged her and cried.