When she was seven she ran away.
When she was eleven her parents died.
When she was twenty she lost a friend.
When she was thirty she lost her only son.
When she was forty she lost her husband.
When she was forty one she died.
Okay it isn't as bad as it seems. This is the long story.
When she was seven she ran away;
She woke up to a loud noise. It was almost midnight. And she heard screams. Then breaking glass. She got out of bed and opened her bedroom door to see her father running down the hall with an unrecognizable man behind him with a black mask on. Her father screamed at her to hide. She closed the door and ran to the window. She opened it and jumped out. She started running. The cops found her two days later and brought her home.
A thief got in, and her father stopped him just in time for the cops to arrive.
When she was eleven her parents died;
Her mother died of a severe cancer in her blood. The doctors couldn't stop it in time and she passed away in the hospital. Her father heard and was heading to the hospital in the middle of his usual work hours. In the middle of a storm. He got in a freak car accident with a drunk. And died. She moved in with her cousins only a couple blocks away to continue her schooling.
When she was twenty she lost a friend;
She was hanging with her best-friend. The only friend who kept in contact after high school and during college. Her friend graduated a year before her and was now a police officer. In the middle of their get together her friend got called in for work. They said goodbye and both went in different directions. She went home and two hours later got called to go to the hospital. Her friend was injured. When she got there she was not allowed to see her. Her friend had died from two bullet wounds in her side.
When she was thirty she lost her only son;
She had been diagnosed with the same cancer as her mother had been. She had now been married for 4 years and her only son was 2 years old. She had asked her husband to take him to the hospital because he was very sick and they didn't know why. She was in her own hospital room when the nurse came in. She said that her son had gotten the same cancer from her during her time of being pregnant with him. And sense he was still so little. He wouldn't last long. He was brought into her room and he was laid on her bed with him. They said 'I love you' before he died in her arms.
When she was forty she lost her husband;
She lived in the hospital permanently now. Her husband bought a new apartment closer to the hospital and his job so he could see her all the time. She didn't have long to live. The apartment was, however, in a 'bad neighborhood'. The only one available within 5 blocks of the hospital. Closer than the old house. One day the nurse who cared for her came in tears in her eyes. The nurse had become good friends with both her and her husband. She told her, that her husband had been mugged and shot on his daily walk to the hospital. He was found dead and hour beforehand.
When she was forty one she died;
The cancer only got worse. Her living relatives said goodbye and claimed her only belongings.
When she closed her eyes for the last time. She saw her mothers face and her fathers hand reaching out for hers. She saw her friend with open arms, her police badge still on. She saw her son running towards her a smile on his face. She saw her husband standing behind him with the same flowers in his hands from their first date.
She was finally ready to see them all again.
So I guess the story is kinda sad. But is better than others.
