In my story I am no hero. I was not the good guy. You might be wondering why. Well here I will tell you. When I look back on it my true colors the colors I wear today all started eight years ago today. Eight years ago December 9th. The day my dad decided to lie to get out of my 10th birthday. The day my dad decided to spring the new on the family that he was divorcing my mom. After this time my mom became quiet toxic. But the moment that actually forced my true colors to fully show is the moment three years ago almost four. I was 14 at the time December 18th 2017. My brother who was also my best friend the one I could always turn to commited suicide at the age of 24. I had lost my rock. My light, it was gone because he died. The I pissed everyone off because I was pissed off. I figured that if I lost my happiness then everyone else had to lose theirs as well. I just wanted to move on but didn't know how I had not lost a sibling before. Then to make matters worse not even a year later I lost my little brother. Which he was the one I turned to after losing my older brother. My baby brother was killed in a car accident. I was so devestated. At that time when my baby brother passed I was still hung on my older brothers suicide. Then hearing that your baby brother had gotten into an accident and then dying a couple days later. That broke me into a million little pieces. I stayed in my room for a solid month. Didn't come out. My mom had to resort me to online homeschooling because I just trapped myself into my room and didn't want to go out. I sheltered myself from everyone so I couldn't lose another person I cared for. When I did eventually get put back into a public school. Everyone teased me for the metal break down I had. The teased me for the mental break downs I had in class. I didn't know really how to function as a person after not one but two of my brothers had died not even a year apart from each other. So I made all the wrong people pissed at me. But in my defense they were in the wrong for pushing me over the edge. Now you know my story why I don't think of myself as the hero of my story. Sorry it is such a sad story.