Questions

A strange feeling or a good one, Sirena couldn't decide. Probably both. But not being able to find the words... It was definitely a strong sensation, and as it flowed through her, she felt something. Something strong. Something powerful. She felt... She felt something she didn't know how to describe. She felt something that she didn't remember feeling in a long time, if she had at all.

As person after person opened up at her support group, Sirena was blown away every time. That they were comfortable enough, that they seemed to trust her enough to let her in on these things. Such personal things. But, they were all there for a reason, she supposed, yet still... And as she heard all these stories, these heartfelt, emotional stories, she started to not understand. She understood the people's stories, they made sense. What didn't was what had happened to them. Each and every single one of them. Rejection. But... why?

Sirena couldn't stop thinking about it and the thoughts, the questions lingered in her mind long after she'd left the support group. Why? It didn't make sense. Why did all these people, who seemed so lovelyt and so nice... Why had they all been rejected? And more importantly, when had they, as society, as people, stopped simply accepting. When had people started to notice the differences between themselves and others, and judge them for it? And why? Why did it matter? Questions, questions so many questions. But, she still didn't understand it and she doubted if she ever would. Why would someone apart just because they were different? It didn't seem fair.. What's wrong with someone having a different skin colour to your own, or a part of their body that doesn't work where yours does?

Though she had these many questions, Sirena realised that they wouldn't be answered. Sometimes, people were cruel, and there may be an explanation, in some cases, but whatever it was, it never seemed to make up for what they'd done. She just happened to be the type of person who cared more about who people were on the inside rather than their exterior. Maybe that's why it didn't make sense to her. Maybe that's why it seemed unfair, though as much as she wanted to, there didn't seem to be anything she could do. Apart from continuing to try and focus and care more about a person's insides. And if that was all she could do, then so be it. At least she could do something.