What is love?

What Happens

Andrew P.O.V
What happens when you are so sad it hurts to wake up in the morning, to know that you live in this world? Well if you ever figured what happens please tell me. My name is Andrew I am a 5 year old orphan. Not really an interesting orphan, like "Annie." I don't want to find my parents because I wouldn't know what to say. I mean would you if you figured out that your parents left you at a orphanage. Here, if you cry the nuns give some stupid speech on how you are special and your parents will come and pick you up one day. I don't believe in that crap, the closest thing I have to a family is a friend. His name is Wilson, we don't talk much, well actually he doesn't talk much. I talk to him every time I see him. To bad he can't see me, he is blind and I can barely talk to him because he needs his sleep as the nuns say. Meaning the only time I talk to him is brunch and dinner. That's pretty much my life story. I would consider myself a rebel, I leave the orphanage, when everybody is asleep. I usually just walk and look at the stars, but tonight when I ran outside I actually met somebody. A beautiful young lady blue eyes the same color of the sky in summer time. Blond curly locks of hair the same color as the brightest star in this universe, and her lips as red as a just grown rose. I couldn't just pass her by so I introduced myself to her. I told her my name and she replied by saying "hello my name is Allison." Those 5 words told me something that I actually enjoyed. We became good friends in one night. I asked her why she was up so late. She said "when my parents fight over me I can't stand the noise so I leave. She asked me the same question, I said "I feel trapped in side one area every time I wake up the room gets smaller and smaller. When I get outside everything is wide open."