He rocked himself, as he was curled up in a ball in the dark room, thinking about his friend. Whom just losted his life in a car accident. Buliding pains, anger and rage in his heart, body and soul. Nowhere to vent it out. He just rocked himself in that softly dimmed corner, grabbing his tears before they left his eye sockets. His fist tighted and his vains poppin ou of his skin.
“Why?” alll he could muttered. “W-why him?” he stuttered.
His family and his friends were calling his phone worried sick about him, but he left his phone alone.
He stood up delirious, and walked over to the exit. He went outside into the cold, got in his car and drove to a park. As soon as John got deep into the blue frost forest, where he and that friend shared memories at, he screamed and cried to the highest degree.
“WHY!” he said as his knuckles started to bleed from punching the trees.
He was so emotional. “I dont understand! Are you listening! Huh!” he screamed at the sky.

“John? Are you okay?”
He looked up.