Well, where to start! For the past 4 years all my life seems to be is a run of bad luck which seems to be ever-lasting. The problem is its the emotional, more than the phsical which hurts you more . I feel as if i cannot tell anyone around me or they'll just laugh, or won't know what to say. Lets start from the beginning...
    It was when i was 11, almost 12, and it was April Fools (April 1st) 2004. After school i went out with my best friend and a couple of other girls. We went to a local wood and messed about - playing hide and seek etc. At the end of the night me and my best friend sayed bye to everyone and set off home. We lived on the same street. On the way home we had to cross a main road. Unfortunately i didn't go to the crossings. The last thing i remember was walking up the street before the main road and then 5 minutes later being face down on the floor. I had been hit by a coach at 35mph. I couldn't move and i could hear my best friend sobbing - she had seen it all. Luckily i got through with no broken bones and just some bruising, but i lost a best friend.
    In that same year my brother broke his thumb, my mum broke her ankle, i broke an arm playing netball and my grandma was admitted to hopital - luckily we all were alright.
    Then until recently, with only a few fallouts, things seemed to be on the up. However then the month of November 2006 came. It was the worst month of my entire life. It started when my brothers long-term girlfriend dumped him. He was distraught - he had gone down to propose to her and she wanted to end it. Apparently he had told her he cheated on her - even though he hadn't. He came home and we ( the family) supported him. He wasn't taking any of it. Then on  November 3rd we got a phone call from my brothers best friend saying he had just text her saing he was going to kill himself. We dashed to the front room - he ad gone. We rushed upstairs and kicked the bathroom door down - he had climbed through the window. We got into his laptop and found a suicide lettter. We rang the police and they kept tapping his phone . He kept on texting people so we knew he was alive. In the end the police found him he was halfway through over 150 pills in his university dorm when he called out for help. We were glad he was home when he returned home safe. We though he was getting better. Then on the 20th November my Grandma was rushed into hospital, she had collapsed at home. I, the next day, went to school worried. when i got home i saw my dad upset and my mum helping him - my grandma had died of respitory arrest. She had had lung cancer and she told none of us - she was only 62. Then 3 days later, when my brother was staying at his friends, we got another phone call. He had stormed out after seeing his ex on the internet with another lad. He hads flipped. for 3 days we were chasing him around the country - he was mentally unstable and 7 police forces were on the case. He wanted to see his friend and she agreed but with plain clothes officers. She met him and he was definetly unwell he was muttering to himself, jumpy had turned his clothes inside out so people wouldn't notice him and she was scared so the police jumped him and took him to a mental illness unit. He wouldn't talk to us for 2 weeks. He went on medication and is now MUCH better.
    So after that nightmare of a month things couldn't get worse. Until 3 weeks ago. Myself, my mum and my dad went on holiday to Egypt, leaving my brother at home looking looking after the animals. Ash, one of our dogs had been abit poorly before we went but was on medication and seemed to be getting better. Then when we returned i went searching for him. i couldn't find him. He had died on the tuesday - 3 days previously. The guilt i am feeling right now is unrelateable.
    That seems to be it at the moment.