I open my eyes. Or, at least I try to. Sleep is still present on my eyelids, laying heavy on my mind and body. I press my fingers to my eyes, trying to wipe the tired away. I sit up, feeling the softness of my blankets on my cold fingertips. Cold. Why am I cold? I go to pull my blanket around my shoulders, yet my hand grasps at nothing. Thinking I missed it, I try to grab it again. Yet again I miss. Frustration sinking in, I stand up to try to find it. I leap out of my bed and turn to face it.
A new kind of cold runs through my body, like ice water seeping into my skin. Suddenly the calm silence of my room is overwhelming, and I'm drowning in the sound of nothingness. My mind struggles to comprehend that laid out in front of me.
On my bed in front of me, is my body. My lips are blue and my skin is pale. No breath stirs from my body.
I'm ..... how?
-Peace out my dudes! ✌️
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FantasyI just make up a lot of characters, so I decided to write oneshots of a sort. Most of them will include characters or plot or that sort of stuff from the books I read or the stuff I watch, so if I do include it I will put who it belongs to. I will m...
