[ 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 .

Fate is a hell of a thing, you never know what you are going to be endowed with. Some are born rich and are born poor, some are destined to drag the world down as it shoot for the stars. I am the latter, I have burned more in my time than the inferno of hell. I am not a religious man but I know what hell is. 
 
 During my infancy I grew up like a seemingly normal child, I had friends, some bullies and but at least it was normal. Then my life changed the day my dad tried to show me what the lottery was. He asked me to scratch a ticket he purchased at the local 7/11. He was occupied fiddling with the engine and changing the now grimy looking filth of the oil off of his hands. He handed me a penny from the cupholder and asked me to scratch the individual paper squares so he could claim his prize at the register. I used the smelly copper piece to wear away the thin film of paper covering the outcome of the ticket. I gave the ticket to my father and a look of brilliance flashed across his face, I had just won the lottery for our poverty stricken family. 
 
 In the coming years my father, 58, began to no longer look at me like a son, instead I was perceived to be a lucky rabbits foot to be used when he pleased. He, however, was a smart man; he made sure to not leave a crumb trail and cause suspicion. He never won used me to win twice in the same place. This meant that I was being dragged by my ears across the face of the United States in order to fulfill my fathers lifetime dream of eternal greed. You know, he always made an effort to pretend to like my company so that I would more willingly become a slave that does his bidding and does not question his command. I almost felt as if though it was genuine, he convinced me that life was not worth living if you did not have your father at your side and that I was meaningless without him. He never quite said this directly but I understood the message he was putting out. The worst part of this all was that I actually believed it. 
 
 My life was slowly becoming an endless cycle of going from casino to casino collecting my winnings and practically trading my soul to make the only other human that I interact with happy, my mother died at a young age so you can narrow it down. I continued down this shitty, winding road for about 5 years until the men who followed our trail caught up. 
 
 I was sitting in our rather nice camper, we did not have much to spend money on out on the road so we did when we could. In the beginning we had a horrendous $ 6,000 camper we bought with the winning from the lotto ticket I scratched, but with the money that we made during travel we upgraded to a luxurious beige traveling coach. During the time that I was sitting in the camper two things happened. First, I heard some popping sounds in the distance and some fairly eerie screams. Second, my father came rushing into our bus with a pale face only offset by the blood streaming from his forehead. I ran into the driving seat and luckily the keys were already in the ignition, it was a short stop. The very next thing that occurred were the bullets adjacently streaming through the walls of our only means of transportation, someone wanted us dead. I looked into the back of the isle where my father was holding his side as the crimson stream made its way onto the floor. I knew that it was not looking good for his survival but I knew that I must try, he really truly was all that I had. 
 
 Then it happened, as I was looking back at my father as he was clinging to life a lone bullet pierced his still beating heart. The following explosion of blood and lung matter that sprayed the wall still haunts me. Even if he was just using me he was still the only thing I had to live for, I was his companion and now I was nothing. I felt nothing, it was just a void of emptiness. Then came the pain, I had the sensation that I was pierced by a thousand razor blades that protruded from every direction. I felt a sickening dizziness, one that brought me back to the days of my first roller-coaster or the first time I asked my first girlfriend to prom. This was not excitement though, it was a somber ping in my heart. I collapsed in the seat just as I watched the sun grow dim, and the sky grow dark. What a lucky life I have lived.
