One day, I was in my house baking a cake for my little brother's birthday. As I was baking the cake, I went in the living room then suddenly the fire alarm came on. I saw smoke coming out from the kitchen then took water and spray the cake. The fire became worst and then I passed out. I woke up with a mask on my face and was wondering what happened. They told me that my brother died from the fire and I was all burned. I had to stay at the hospital for a few days because I had no place to live and I had to make sure I cure. I was crying because I lost everything from the fire including my little brother and I just wanted to die too. The nurse asked where was my parents but they both died from a car accident 6 months ago and I had to take care of my brother all alone without any help.
A few days later, I was cured and went in a foster home but I was really upset because my family was dead and I just wanted to join them. When I went to school, everybody was making fun of me because of my face and it made me cry. I lost all of my friends because they were saying they didn't want to be friends with an ugly person so I was all alone. People kept making fun of me every day and I got annoyed so I decided to quit school because I couldn't handle being bullied. My foster parents was home schooled me and I felt better because nobody was bullying me.
It was my little brother's funeral and I was crying a lot. I was saying that he was too young to die and I was blaming myself. It was my entire fault that he died the day before his birthday and it put me in big depression. After the funeral, I decided to cut myself and tried to hang myself but my foster mom found me and brought me to the hospital as quickly as possible. I had to spend weeks there so to make sure it doesn't happen again but my depression was never gone.
When I got out of the hospital, I still decided to cut myself again. I took anti-depression pills but it never worked. I told the doctor that I was fine because I didn't want to stay there but I was always cutting myself. I didn't want to go outside because I didn't want anyone to see my face because I was so scared that people would make fun of me. My foster mom told me to go out for a bit and just ignore what people say about my face so I went outside and people kept staring at me and laughing at me so I ran back inside and didn't go back.
2 years later, I turned 20 years old and decided to move in my own apartment but the doctor told me not to move alone because they didn't want me to hurt myself so I went on a dating website to find the right man that loves me how I am. After a few days of searching, I finally found the right guy. He lost his parents when he was 10 years old so he understood how I felt. We started talking and after a few days he asked me out and we decided to move together.
9 months later, I gave birth to a beautiful girl. She meant the world to me. I was so scared to lose her because I already lost both of my parents and my brother so every day I kept her near me. I was still getting bullied but I decided just to ignore them because it was not my fault that I got burnt. I wasn't in depression no more and was happy to have a wonderful family.
One day, i wanted to go on an airplane to go to Florida with my boyfriend and my daughter and we had so much fun at Disney world. While we were there, my boyfriend went on his knee and asked if I wanted to marry him. I had so many tears in my eyes and I accepted. We suddenly saw a cruise ship called Queen Mary 2 and decided to go back home on that ship.
As we arrived to Nova Scotia, we had to take a train back to where I live and then the train crashed and fell off a bridge. I arrived at the hospital and the doctor told me that my fiancé passed away and they were trying to save my daughter. I had trouble breathing and I was paralysed from my legs. Then I suddenly passed out and stopped breathing. They did CPR and tried to wake me up but they couldn't so they pronounced me dead and so has my daughter.
