[ WP ] Write any story . The only twist is that the last sentence has to be the same as the first .

Stories like this are hard to tell. Not because I'm shy or embarrassed by what happened. I simply do n't know. 
 
 Like most stories worth telling, it begins with something I wanted that was just slightly out of reach. But I had a plan. A good one, or so I thought. Get some learning in me. Work hard. Keep my head down and do n't ruffle any feathers. 
 
 I had gotten so used to my routine that I almost did n't notice when it started. The fear. The whispers bouncing from every corner. My plan accounted for this. It had to. Things happen but they were n't going to happen to me. I was so sure my plan would work, I was n't even scared when people started disappearing. And it happened quick. Small at first with only one or two people vanishing a week. After a few months, fewer and fewer people were around. I was still one of them, proof, I thought, that my plan was working. 
 
 The day it happened was like any other during that time. Well, with one exception. People were disappearing nearly every day by then. That day, everyone was accounted for. No one had disappeared. But that comfort was soon extinguished by a one line email asking me to my bosses office. 
 
 `` As you know,'' he began. `` We've been laying people off. It's not because of performance, believe me. If it were, I would n't be here any more.'' He chuckled at me nervously, trying to soften the blow. At least he was nice enough about it. 
 
 The walk to my car after passed in a muted, slow motion blur. Some period of time passed, me just sitting in my car unsure what to do with the rest of my suddenly free day. Unsure what to do with my suddenly free life. 
 
 Breathe and stay calm, I reminded myself over and over. Breathe and stay calm. Breathe and stay calm. 
 
 At least I pulled myself together enough to start looking for another job the next day. But after two weeks, I still had n't received a single interview request. The job listings on Monster, Craigslist, anywhere in my area, began to diminish steadily. Panic started to set in more regularly. Usually late at night, laying in bed trying to sleep, my chest would tighten and my left arm would throb. In another two weeks, I was going to run out of money. Not much longer after that, I'd be evicted. 
 
 And of course, that's what happened. Between a gym membership and my still running economy car, I was able to pass myself off as normal for a few more months. I was punctual and professional for the one or two job interviews I managed to secure. They did n't lead to the next job. 
 
 It's been a little over a year since I was laid off. I've only been REALLY homeless for four months now. My car broke down a few months ago so now I have to find places to sleep wherever I can. I wish I could give you a explanation of what this is like. Not something I just dashed off because I'm too hungry to think about it more. I wisher there was some easily dismissed excuse like drugs or alcohol. I kind of wish I was crazy. Then I realize that's crazy and try to take it back. I do n't know if I can. I'm sorry, I wish I knew what to tell you to make this make sense. Stories like this are just hard to tell.
