I had no one. No one who cared weather I lived or died. I was alone in this world. Left to suffer. I had been alone to died uncared for, for 5 years now.

I don't blame my family. The only person I can and will blame is myself. "Its my fault." Is what I tell my self every day. "Its my fail they're gone."

It was a fire that took them. The fire fighter that saved me said I was lucky. I didn't believe him, because if I was lucky I'd still have my family with me. They'd be here with me now. We would have cried together at the lose of our home and then laughed about it later.

But they can't... they're gone.