I've always been told things happen for a reason. But why? Why is the grass always greener on the other side? Why are buildings built so high? Why are cats afraid of water? Why is the sun yellow, and not red? How come some people have such plastic hearts? Why was there a flood? Why do baby's cry? Why did my parents go? How is paper made out of trees? Why did we lose them? Is there really such thing as robo-dog? Why us? Out of all people? Why, why,why,why,why,why…
WHY?
Do things really happen for a reason?
She cried herself to sleep that night, like most nights. The terrible thoughts that filled her mind would haunt her, more than anyone. It was simply the stage in her life where it would affect her most, the dreaded teenage years. Her eyes would start feeling hot tears forming everytime. Dripping and sliding down her pale skin, warming it up with warm tears. Her face was buried in the pillow. She screamed, and the fabric would drown the noise out. No one would ever hear, or feel her pain, and no one ever will. The simple three-lettered question that always disturbed her most, was why?