[ WP ] You are the luckiest person on Earth . Everything you make an attempt for works in your favor . However , there two catches : you are absorbing the luck of those around you , and anyone who tries to profit from your luck ( even with your help ) is met with the worst luck immediately .

Call me lucky, but I ’ ve always felt cursed. What ’ s good about having an extraordinary gift when you can ’ t share it with anyone? And worse, even being around them comes at the expense of watching them suffer. 
 
 I ’ ve always been one to avoid. My parents died when I was six, on the way back home when I scored an impossible goal during a soccer game. My coach said it was unlike anything he had seen before. A one in a million chance, even. 
 
 So was the fact that I managed to escape the fiery heap of metal as my parents burned to death. 
 
 As you would expect for a six year old, that caused me a lot of issues. No amount of therapy could really fix the horrible images seared into my brain. I just couldn ’ t comprehend how I survived but my parents didn ’ t. My aunt and uncle, bless their hearts, told me it wasn ’ t my fault but a little part in the back of my head disagreed. Even before I truly understood what happened, I knew. 
 
 It was a while before the next accident. It was 9th grade, and I was making news around the school. After all, no one expected the twig-thin, socially awkward boy to audition and *actually* get the lead role in Peter Pan over the seasoned seniors. Hell, even I was surprised. 
 
 But things were finally looking up for me. I met new people, gained friends, and my confidence soared to unprecedented heights. Everything was looking up for me. And then we had our first performance. 
 
 Needless to say, I learned that night that I should never tell anyone to “ break a leg ” because they may take it literally. And fracture their spine. Spencer never walked again after stepping on stage. 
 
 Again, I was washed over with another wave of condolences. I blocked it all out. I was starting to make connections. Yet, I still didn ’ t quite understand the extent of my power. I had to experience it a few more times to realize how destructive I could really be. 
 
 I got into the college of my dreams, only to see my dorm burn down the day I moved in. Four people died. 
 
 I also had to chance to work in the law firm I had been vying for. Right before they went bankrupt. 
 
 But when I met Amy, I was convinced I could turn things around. She was different than anyone else. I had grown into a hermit over the years but she snuck her way into my life, and without any tragedy. Every day with her, I held my breath, waiting for the unlucky moment that would separate us. But a year passed. Then two. And before I knew it, I was proposing to her, effortlessly smiling for the first time in years. I was truly happy. 
 
 But like always, my luck had to run out. I got the call only a couple months after our marriage. The coroner said something about an especially rare case of an aneurysm or something like that. Almost completely undetectable and highly deadly. I ’ m not really sure, I was too hysterical to really understand what she was saying. I just took Amy ’ s purse and left. 
 
 It took me a week to even get out of bed, memories of all the pain I caused surfacing and blanketing over me like a sudden snowstorm. I was numb, awake from a lofty dream to finally see my foolishness. I should have let her go. I loved her, yes, but I knew the risk. She didn ’ t deserve me. She did n't deserve to die so young. 
 
 The pain only hurt worse when I finally opened her purse. Nothing was particularly special except for one thing. The lottery ticket I had given her earlier the day she had died. Amy hated them but she kept it, just for me. She always said I was her lucky charm. 
 
 Turns out, maybe it was too much. The numbers matched. 320 million dollars, just for one slip of paper. After that, it ’ s a blur. All I remember was throwing away the ticket. After all, the last thing I needed was more bad luck.
