I don't know what I am going to do

I am in total flux. I feel like I am being held hostage in a place I would never have found myself. And, while I constantly ask myself why anyone would come here, I think I am about to find out exactly how people come here. They arrive and get stuck, then can't leave. THAT is the danger of travel without planning.

The fact is that both of my parents have forgotten me.  Or they simply don't care.  In my time of greatest need, neither will lift a finger to help their sole surviving son, placing me in the path of certain death.  Maybe I am relying too heavily on them?  Maybe they forgot about me.  Maybe they died when my brother did.  Maybe I did...