My Family Stereotypes

My family is the stereotypical average family, with my mom, Emily, my dad, Andrew, my little brother, Marcus, and me, Lucy. We live in a small cozy home in Jackson MI, and I go to Jackson Public Schools. This year I’ll be going into 11th grade, which means I’ll be turning 17 this April. My brother is going into 4th grade, so he’s turning 9. My mom and dad both work in business, and I hardly see them because they travel for meetings, negotiations, all over America. Sure its cool, but I wish I got to spend more time with them.
Quarter 2 is over and lately, I’ve needed to put more effort into moving my fingers. I’ve gone to the doctors but they just say it's in my head, but something doesn't feel right. 1 month later, I couldn't move my left hand.
I can't move any muscle in my body. The only 3 things that are “working” are my eyes, my brain, and my heart. Sure I'm grateful to be alive, but I can't even hug my own brother anymore. He used to sit on my lap and I would read him a story, or help him with his homework, but I can't do that anymore. The way I speak is draining to my energy. It goes off of my eye movement and it gets super difficult and tiring. I'm not sure if I want to live my entire life suffering like this, just watching the time go by.
Rising action - My mom came home to celebrate my 20th birthday. I begged her to stay home with me, so she found another job here in Mississippi. Every morning I wake up to see my mom’s sad worried eyes scan me up and down. I know she feels pity for me but she doesn't know what to do. I'm tired of seeing that look on her face, as if she raised a failure, I'm tired of sitting in the same place all day. I'm sick of suffering, what's the point of living a horrible life. What's the point of being unhappy for the rest of my life? Why not just end it
A doorman opened the door. Everyone was silent you could almost hear a pin drop. We were greeted by our lawyer who smiled at me and shook my mom's hand. The judge banged her mallet. My lawyer filled the judge in on my condition. He described what ALS was and how it paralyzes a person, usually killing them, but in my case, I lived. It made my case special, something that wasn't in the book of laws. I was the grey area. The judge didn't know if I fell under the category of “Severe disability” So she pounded her mallet and concluded with “You don't fall under the criteria for a legal assisted suicide.” My heart