How? Why? Simple questions, but with complicated answers. That's how my life felt: complicated. But what could I do? Sit here and stare at the black walls of my bare room on the second floor of my house? No, I already had that part covered. I felt another warm tear slither down my now fierce red cheek. I didn't even attempt to try and wipe it away. I squeezed my eyes shut vigorously, pulled my knees up to my chest wrapping my arms around them as I sat on the edge of my bed.
Silence filled the room now. I felt alone, hopeless, and utterly angered. Why hadn't I been there? I opened my eyes again letting the remaining tears of my now dry tear ducts fall onto my bare knees. Forcing my face deeper into my body and letting my mind take over. This was entirely my fault. It was always my fault. I felt like I needed to…I felt like I needed to die, really. Wait, what am I saying? Why do I do this to myself? Whoa, too many questions, and all of them with hundreds of answers. But, none seemed to fit quite right.
A shiver racked through my body as the cold air from my open window stormed in. Along with it came an unimaginable thought. Well, unimaginable to only me, really. There was only one way to answer my dying hopes. All of my questions would be answered with these three simple, yet harsh, words. They explained it perfectly: Because he's dead.
A/N: What do you think? Be harsh, if you need to because I really want to know what you think. This is my first time writing a FanFiction and I want to improve if I need to.
By the way, I'm sorry about the really big cliff hanger. I needed to so I could tell if you were interested. I want to write more, but only if you want me to. So, please review!
Thanks a whole bunch!
(marbledreams)