She looked like a porcelain doll, propped against the tree, her skin white, her lips almost blue. She was cold but, she smiled. In her little hand was a piece of paper..
I don't understand what kind of world this is. I don't understand why there is so much hurt, why can't people love one another? I don't understand why things are so complicated, why aren't the innocents protected? If there is a god, where is He? What did we do that was so bad we should suffer like this? I know my secret will disappoint my mother.. My mother that I love with all of my heart but, my mother that wants to live her life through me.. I have let you down and that hurts more than you will ever know. Seeing the things around me, I have made a decision, I cannot.. no I will not bring a child into this evil world.. another thing.. who was the father? I will not answer this. I think my mother will hurt enough without that knowledge.. I love you mom..
It had started.. I didn't know if she was the only one.. I would have to look through case files for that. Looking at her my heart cried, it broke.. I knew the song she'd heard before her lifes blood had left her body..
I knew she was a victim of the tree...