>>23270732 (OP)
Two things.
First, a betrayal.
The second is more complicated.
I come from a very rich and moderately powerful family.
I never kissed ass and was always genuine. This was appreciated, though a bit annoying.
There was basically some game of thrones type stuff going on and my closest familly died.
Those who were less close took the money, the properties, etc, and left me and a few others with nothing.
Essentially there was a will and a trust fund. However, both were rewritten as someone had a, "stroke".
The thing is, any of us could probably make a few calls, ask for help, and they perpetrators would disappear forever
and we'd be rich. But none of us have that in us. None of us ever even considered it.
As such things go, it's also just assumptions that that'd actually work anyways and not result in some even more
disastrous mess.
I was meant to live in my house on the beach. That's my home. I'd have lived a simple and quiet life, likely as an unknown
writer chacing my dreams of naive and narcissistic artistry. I'd have likely learned piano instead of guitar. I'd probably
have been a mediocre painter as well. Maybe I'd find a nice lady and have my own family.
A creature like me wasn't taught anything at all. I was just meant to be wealthy and not worry about that stuff.
So I started working at 15, ended up homeless multiple times, alone, etc. Now I'm a bit older, still completely ill prepared
to survive in this world.
I want to go home. My house, or the house that was to be mine, is off the market. It was sold a long time ago. It'd be over
8 million to buy it again. I haven't a penny to my name or any hope of ever making that kind of money. I'll die alone and miserable.
On the bright side, I've successfully used the guitar to write many songs, several of which are actually good. So, I'm not entirely cursed.