I never got the point of living,if everyone is going to die anyway..i remeber my family vividly and i miss them very much. There was a car crash. A drunk driver hit us on the highway and we crashed into five other cars. i remember opening my eyes and seeing all the blood and not knowing what to do. i was four years old. I couldnt move. The car was on fire and i started to cry. 8 men began to pull me and my family out of the blazing vehicle. i was taken to a hospital where my brother was being treated when i got the news. Only me and my brother had survived. My mother,two sisters,my father,and my other brother had all died. We were staying with a friend of the family till we were 15. we stayed on our own. my brother went away for war and i was alone. He was supposed to come home on my birthday,but he was killed in the war on Jan 1,2010 early in the morning. it was terrible news and i will never forget what his last words were to me. "im coming home,dont worry". i dont trust many anymore...i sit here alone,telling my story,wishing i had soemthing to live for.