l thought of this when l was watching the last episode of ghost hunt season 2. Enjoy.
An 8 year old girl. lost, alone, abandoned, by a plain crash that took everything she loved away from her. That put her in a coma, and she had to live out the rest of her days in a bed. she had no relitives, no family, no friends. Anyone who could visit her and give her some joy in her life. 'what was the point for living? why is it that l am still alive?' she asked herself. 'l should have just died, right then, so l wouldn't be able to suffer. so why, why am l still here? why am alive?' she kept asking herself. untill she heard of a voice, a young boy asking the nurse something.
"is she okay? will she wake up? please tell me." he said with such inthuriasume The nurse looked at the girls bed.
"lm sorry her condition right now, l can not tell you." and she walked away. The boy looked at the girl in desapointment. The boy himself was very badly injured from the crash, and was paralized, he could only move his right hand, so he made use of that hand. he started making paper crates for the girl. with different bright colors. and everyday the girl would wounder. 'why is he doing this for me? he dosn't even know me, so why? maby l was wrong, maby there is a point to life.' one day the situashon took a turn to the worst. the girl was quickly rushed out of the hospital, and that was the last time he saw her.
