Broken hearts, things break, life is lived.

Everyone wants to have a purpose in life. Weather it’s just to be a good father or mother, or to be a big time person, or a hero. Everyone wants to know that they're loved, and are here for a purpose. But what happens when that purpose is stolen, ripped away from you. What happens when every thing you ever knew is gone, and only in a blink of an eye. Everything was taken from me, I don’t know why i survived and the other didn’t, i guess it just happened. I know my uncle would never tell me this, but i know he blames me. My family died 2 weeks and 3 days ago. A drunk driver hit us, sending us flying and slamming into a pole. When the emts arrived at the scene i was the only one they could even manage to get out of the car. The car was damaged and wrapped around the pole. All the blood and broken glass was terrible. I was barely alive when they found me. Some say it was miracle, some say its a sign that i’m a witch. I say its a curse, to know that your family died and that you're the only one to survive. I mean many people would be happy to be alive, not me. I keep secrets, secrets no one else will know, or even have. This is my life story from beginning to end. This is the life of Jaselyn El Davis...