"Why...?" She wailed vainly, not knowing a definite answer.

"W- why...?" She stuttered, disoriented at the core of her being.

With streams of crystal tears drizzling down her cheeks, her blood-shot eyes focused on a man in all black, towering over her, his face plastered with commiserate.

He glimpsed at her for a moment, but then turned sharply to his side once more, as if he had seen this same occurrence countless times before.

What could he do, anyways? It's not like he could help. It's not like he could soothe her.

The young girl sealed her gaze upon the man, and with stinging eyes, she stared. She thought it would help, looking at this man. She thought it would ease her pain, give her hope, provide her closure. No, the naive, ingenuous girl received nothing from regarding this man. Yet, somehow, her stalemate stare continued.

He could feel her eyes tracing his body. She was there. He couldn't ease her pain, he couldn't give her hope, he couldn't provide her closure. He wasn't permitted to do so, but, just once more, he looked at the girl. Just to feel her pinprick eyes upon his own.

Her eyes were daggers, gouging his mind effortlessly. He was trapped, confined to a space where only he and the girl existed. A space with no thought, desperate for remnants of logic. A glassy flooring, where the reminiscence of a past life could be perceived. Empty space all around, where the air was thick and heavy, a cloud over the mind and body. As the walls begin to cave in, the only thing that can be distinguished between the man and this void is the figure of a small girl, kneeling, pleading for nothing from a god she doesn't believe in. The walls in this infinite world come crumbling inwards, in a marvelous supernova of pure perplexity within their minds. Soon...

Obscure blackness washes over the two, as the tall man breaks the limitless stare he had held with the girl. The girl now had her eyes closed. The deadly barbed weapons she held were concealed. The tall man could see the girl; again, melancholy tears slipped down her face. The girl was crying to nobody. Nobody was there to to calm the mind of the young girl. He couldn't help the girl, he merely wasn't there. The girl could not see him, nor did she know he was there. This experience, however, was different than any other that the man had felt. The man felt that this girl could perceive his existence. But, the girl could not perceive his existence, and the man could not perceive her existence.

There was one last thing the man saw before he had left the girl, he saw something inside the girl that he had never seen before, and this made the man very fearful of a later encounter with this girl.

As the man's presence left the room, the air became pure and honest again. The girl's head was now filled with new feelings. The sound of rushing traffic, loud horns and an earsplitting buzz that occupied her thoughts. Then, all at once, the realization came to her. She looked up to the sky, and she could feel something heavy resting upon her lap. What her gaze met next changed her for the worse. She lowered her head to look at the object that was resting in her lap. Something that wasn't supposed to be there, something out of place, something all too recognizable to her young mind. Her mother, a person of support and love, laying upon the hem of the young girl's dress. The girl looked at her mothers' face. Blood-shot eyes, pupils hardly visible, the whites of her eyes showing no emotion. Her mother's' skin was cold, freezing to the touch. The young girl's surroundings came into sight, she saw memories. Memories of her and her family going on adventures, having fun, driving aimlessly. She saw the shattered windows and crushed doors of a familiar car and the haphazardly skewed bodies of her mother and father. She screamed, screamed louder than she ever had before, yet no sound came out. Her vision darkened and blurred as her screams became weaker and weaker.