Everytime I try.
Sometimes I'm not too sure if there was a reason why how things went. Sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm actually sure. I've confused myself with so many questions and filling my heads with such insanity, that its been driving me crazy. Was it just bad luck? Or did it intentionally happen? Whatever it was ... it changed everything I thought that was genuine. A whole different perspective, and I didn't like it one bit.
I was knocking on the door of the grand room. I didn't know why I had the need to, but I did anyways. I had to just get out of the hole I've been living in for the past few weeks. I couldn't stand to be anywhere near my room anymore. I just couldn't. After everything, I just wanted to sneak right out.
I awaited for the door to open for me, feeling like one of those princesses or queens attending a royal ball. Harrison swinged the door open and looked up to see me, a smile spreading upon his face. "Well hello, Miss Wendy." He allowed me in as I took a step inside for myself ahead.
"Is he here?" I asked him, wanting to swallow the words that had already been said.
His eyes seemed sad to the question and for a moment he looked down at his feet. "Fraid' not, ma'am."
"Do you know where I could find him?"
"Wendy, love." He sucked a breath in before he looked up at her. "He's dead."