I wake up and ask "why?". Stop there, I don't want you to reach for that word. That meaning with no end, you see its not like that. I don't question my existence or my being, why they had chosen me. It's a simple question, one with a simple answer. Of course the answer is never so simple, no its more complex than. You see, they or it picked me. It saw something inside of me and wanted me to be there. They wanted me to be there, to step into the ever ending. A place that exists but does not, you could say its voided. Shhh, it's not that place. It's not void of life like them but a place filled with dread and here is the real question. Why are you here ? Don't you remember that night? Long ago when you were just a teen and you....well you hurt someone. You made a pact with them and here I am. Shhhhhhh, don't scream. Don't yell for help,she won't come down stairs, she knows what you had done. They weren't pleased with the first one you gave them and so they want for a second. Oh stop crying, it's not like I'm here to kill you. That's someone's else's job, you will see them in a few years. Or not at all. So shut up and make another one, your soul depends on it.