I couldn't find myself! I wasn't me, or at least I didn't feel like it. I didn't know why I couldn't beat the feeling that made me want to fall to the ground on my knees, and make me raise my fists in the open air saying "Why me?!" I knew my very own sister would never beat the fear I was going through with her own, her being worried about me, and all. Show me a way out! Does god show no compasion for those who did nothing wrong? What did I do for this to happen to me? "Why me?" I repeated that over, and over, but I never came up with any answer. There was no color around me. Anyone who was me may as well feel blind. There was no gravity. My tears lifted off my face like they weren't there. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew it couldn'nt be true. It just couldn't. Help! I thought, and then shouted, "Help!"