It is surprising how easy your life can be taken away, just one thing can ruin all you have built, all you have loved. In one nights sleep I was gone, taken away from everything I ever loved. This is the story of my life before the fall.
My life is a sad story, I however will just summarize my life for you. I grew up in a rough family and neighborhood. I would always get bullied or beaten by either my parents or the bullies. My dad and mom were drunks, they would always pick on me for the fun that they received from my pain. However, later in life they killed themselves because of their over intoxication when they fell down a flight of stairs, I was just twelve years old when that happend, though truth be told I hated my parents, I wasn't glad they were gone, but I wasn't sad either. I was sent to an orphanage soon after my parents death, my life however was even worse there then with my parents. I was sexually abused and beaten for quite sometime, thank God though it didn't last too long do to the fact that I was quickly adopted and taken away from there, I told my new found parents about what I had been through and they got the owners of the orphanage arrested. I grew up with a decent life from then on out. Got a job as a mechanic and headed out on my own. Truth be told though, the scares never really healed
I just got back home to my apartment from work. I was still a mechanic at the time, however I always wanted to be in the Navy. I made it up in my mind to join sometime, but not then. I was tired after the long day, so I just called up my friends and said I wasn't going to come to their party tonight. They understood and let me go to sleep. And so I did, I fell asleep quite quickly that night, I knew that I was tired but I didn't know I was that tired.
The next morning I got ready for work. Took a shower got breakfast ect. When I was finished with getting ready I walked out the door to my truck that my parents helped pay for and went to work. However something felt different that day I felt more distant from my life, I couldn't explain it so I just ignored it and pressed on. However, each day after that It would be getting worse.
Each day felt more distant. I went to see the doctor and he thought I was working to hard, but I knew better. Of course I did take the doctors advice but I knew working to hard was not the problem. It was that night when it happened, that night after a couple weeks of this distant feeling crossing over me. I went to sleep, I wasn't working and yet I still felt sleepy, more than ever in fact. So I went to sleep. Little did I know that sleep would be my ruin, my downfall.