//------------------------------// // My Horrible Past // Story: The Purpose of Life // by Ps3luver //------------------------------// I threw my phone violently at the floor, cracking the screen as I did so, but I didn't care. The first girl who I actually thought I had a chance with in months had just broke up with me, and, in my life situation, this is exactly what I didn't need. I pulled at my hair, frustrated with myself, I was just losing too many people in my life. I'm Daniel, and my life is pretty much complete misery, but it's not like anyone cares. My mother and father were killed in a car accident when I was only eighteen, my younger brother, Alexander, half my age, at nine years old was even more devastated than me. Both of our lives had taken a turn for the worst since then. I remember everything perfectly. I was studying excessively for a test I had to take for my final in my Senior year in high school, when the home phone a couple inches to my right rang. "I'll get it!" I shouted so that Alexander could hear. I picked up the phone without caring much, probably just a solicitor, I thought to myself. "Is this Daniel Lewis?" a man who's voice I didn't recognize said. "Yes, this is him. Who is this?" I asked suspiciously. "This is Andrew Clark, chief of police at the NYPD, and I'm afraid I have some very bad news." he said. My heart skipped a beat. This had to be something serious; the chief of police doesn't just call to talk about unimportant things! "Daniel, I'm afraid that your mother and father were just killed in a high-speed automobile accident, as well as the other driver. They are being kept at..." He cut off as I dropped the phone. This couldn't be happening. My parents, dead, just like that? No, this had to be a misunderstanding, but how could the deaths of three people be a misunderstanding? I felt tears welling up at the corners of my eyes. "Hey Dan, I was just about to..." Alex stopped as he saw me crying. "Wha, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this!" he said. I couldn't tell him, it would be too much. But he was my brother, they were his parents too. I hesitantly decided that he would have to know. "Uh, Alex, I just received word that, that..." I stammered. "What is it! I wanna know why you're so sad!" he said firmly. "Mom and dad, they.. they're dead." I said as more tears started flowing freely down my face. "No, no. It can't be! You're lying!" Alex said as I told him the truth. However, I could tell by his expression that he believed me. He ran out the door, and that's the last time we talked until another tragic event happened. Alex had been diagnosed with cancer. ---------------------------------------------------- I had been seeing him every day since then, but I knew it was only a matter of time until, until... I refused to think about it. We had no relatives; I was the only one he could trust to always be by his side. It had been four years. At thirteen years old, Alex had so much more to live for, but he was only given 4 months after the chemo therapy. He was small, so it wouldn't take long for the disease to spread. Also, he was still saddened by our parents' deaths. All this did was shorten the time he had to live. It had been 3 months since Alex had received chemo. He still has time, I thought to myself. I was visiting him in the hospital one day. I wanted to encourage him to live on, to not worry, that everything would be alright. But we both knew this wasn't true, and I would never lie to him. He was smiling at me as I walked in, but just this looked very painful for him. "Dan, I need to tell you something." he said quietly. I leaned closer to him. "You were the best brother I could have ever asked for, and I want you to know, that I will continue to love you, no matter what." he finished with a few small coughs. "You too, buddy." I choked out. Alex slowly closed his eyes, and the small rise of his chest slowly stopped. I stared in disbelief, got up and left. I got home and laid down on my bed, refusing to believe what had just happened. After what seemed like ages later, I finally accepted the fact that my little brother was dead. I couldn't live like this, with no family. I couldn't take it anymore, I thought as I drifted off.