I think I’m going crazy. I asked one of the stars in the night sky to answer my question. I asked what it’s favorite color was. “Okay, if you’re not going to talk, I will.” I took a breath. “My favorite color is blue,” I said, stiff feeling crazy. I don’t any friends, so this is what I do in my free time. “Blue is just so beautiful, so magical, majestic-“ a loud crack of thunder had me jumping back from where I was standing out on my balcony. “Okay, jeez, I didn’t know you didn’t like my company.” I lean over the railing, to get a taste of the rain on my tongue. I lean a little too far, and go plummeting off the balcony. I scream, and hit the ground. Immense pain shoots through me, but not before someone picks me up. My vision is getting cloudy, but I could’ve sworn I heard him say, “I thought I was going to be the one to push her off.”