She lay paralyzed by fear tears in her eyes. Was she going to die like this? Her father the richest man ever was just killed in front of her eyes. Why? Why did her mom do this? Why did her mom shoot herself? Why did she keep her alive? She slowly sat up and saw her bodies laying motionless. Her eyes which used to be diamonds now coal. Why? That special word. Why? Why this? Why that? Why is life a pain? It mattered not now. She was a ghost. But why? How had she died? Her mother had left her in her room. There was the part where she blacked out. She looked down and sighed,"my dress.." She looked in the mirror, she saw nothing. She passed through the walls like wind, well not exactly. She saw her mothers bodies. The question again. Why? Why had she done this. Minutes before she was fine. She notices her moms eyes were still the brown they always were. Was she alive? If so how? The same question, how? Why was that question so bare? It was so simple yet it was not. She began to cry, but her tears never came. Was she sad, mad, or even glad? Why? Why was it always her? She was cursed with unforgiving powers. She could kill all animals. Why her? You might be wondering who are you talking about? Well my friend the story has just begun.
