Yo! ummm... this is to make up for the story I gave up on..... so yah... I just thought I should try out an one shot instead. AHA. Hope you enjoy... :D always R&R plz, greatly appreciated.

-Prince

Disclaimer: don't own anything except this story of course XD

You know… sometimes I sit here and wonder… why?

Why do I put up with all those people?

There are always so many people; I walk by them every day.

Sometimes they may be the same, but I never notice.

They're faces are just blurs, never crystal clear features.

In books they always describe the details of one's face

But I never get a chance to see them myself…

I did once… so long ago I hardly remember.

Long midnight blue hair, small pink lips, cute button nose, petite, and eyes…

I don't remember what the colour was, hazel?

It was so far in the past… I barely remember.

That was my mother, my father was never there, he had left before I was born.

She used to say that life was painful at times, but worth living.

Then when I turned eight she passed, crashed into.

I survived, she hadn't

I never understood, why would they do that to themselves?

To me?

They took my mother, was life worth it?

I was sent away, put up for adoption.

I was eight and quickly grew to fourteen, then I ran free; I was never adopted.

I entered school with scholarship, stolen from someone's mail,

Entered with a different name

So I sit hear shivering from the cold, although I barely felt it.

I close my eyes and look up,

The rain softly massages my face

I imagine my mother, or at least I try…

Standing up, I walked over to the edge and looked down.

I am high up; I surprise myself at the height as the waves crash the sides.

Turning around, I just stand with my back against the caressing wind.

My eyelids get heavy and fall.

I remember I asked my mother why.

Why was life worth living even if it was painful?

She said… because you always get something in the end.

I gave a tilt to my head and asked

What did you get?

She said she got me.

I looked at her with confused eyes.

Is that what you wanted?

She gave a simple answer,

Yes

I was still confused,

She opened her lips again and spoke,

You were my dream.

I stared at her, her face blurry in my memory now.

So if I get my dream, will life be worth living

She nodded, smiling gently at me.

I think about my dream now,

I don't have one.

Does that mean I don't have a purpose in life?

Then I remembered, even when I was a child…

I wanted to fly, really fly

Just me, nothing else

Opening my tired eyes, I smile

I see you approach me slowly with a questioning glint in your crimson eyes

I was wrong; my mother had green eyes, an emerald green.

I remember because I see it, the colour of my eyes in yours.

You kept coming closer.

I waited smiling; you take my hand and pull me towards you, away from the edge.

Then I felt a soft pressure on my lips and suddenly I felt weightless.

I wasn't falling, logically I knew that.

But that's not what it felt like

I was flying.

I got my dream, and life…

Was defiantly worth it