CountryHumans x Reader book THATLL PROBABLY NEVER FINISHHH💥💥💥

Chapter one

make sure to say what countries youd like to see in here considering IM NOT LOOKING AT THE NOTHERN HEMIPSHERE unless its NATIVE🥰

The mourning cries of wind sung through the thin air of the night, as it's long bony fingers of fog, tapping at the uncealed windows of your home. Chipping at the old flaking paint job on the outside walls.

It's whines only grew to howls with its hunger, trying to get into the warmth of your home but you couldn't bother as your mother scrolled through her phone.

A soft buzz seeping into the air, bubbly like a puppy, voice of the influences popping on her feed before being cut off to the next.

This cycle continued on and on but not even that ticked you. The fires crack and spark licking at the cold, it's warmth lapping your face as if to calm you down like a dog licking away your tears.

You had been sitting here for a while, for hours even, dangerously close to the fire place. Like a tree, you were rooted apon the worn pillow you sat on, a avoiding the icey touch of the tile flooring.

From all this small mundane noises... it still felt silent and mute, unmoving and dead like a frozen corpse in the snow, but before you even knew it, the cold was successful in sinking is icle fangs into your now paling skin.

You sat up from the force of a shrill shooting up your spine like needles piecing in your bone. Infront of you the fire was no longer, only dead burnt ash lied before you. The last of its remaining sparks flickering into gaping jaws of the dark as it swallowed it's warmth whole.

Your mother was first to speak. "Buy more spark, will you?" her eyes were unmoving from her phone, tired and droopy. The same with her voice as it left her wrinkling lips, caked with cracking matte lipstick.

When it finally registered in your brain through the thick layer of ice on your skull, you couldn't help but pan your sight to her in shock.

At 3am!? So early in the MORNING? BASICALLY NIGHT!? blasphemous! you could get killed- stabbed! or- or-
"Ma, that's too late! I can't go..!" you said in a pleading tone. Your area had been known for its crime rate, before you weren't even allowed to go on your own, but even with your cries you knew you wouldn't win as your mother had always been that type of person to get what she wants.

"Just go! The shops right around the corner." Reaching an arm, the chair springs squeaking under her changing weight, she grabbed 20 bucks. "Go buy yourself sweets or something with the rest" She said in her croaked voice. Smoking had obviously yet to fully finish her off.

Her arm was reached out to you, waiting patiently yet impatiently at the same time for you to take it. You sat their, staring at her with an exasperated expression. The blankets now draping off your body, further willing you to get up.

With a sigh of irratation and a huff of hardly ever excercising, you pushed yourself off the tiled floor, a warm spot hinting to where you once sat before. You had no choice but to serve her as you gently took the note from your mother. Her eyes immediately leaving back to her phone and what ever nonsense she filled her dwindling skull with.

As you walked to get your jacket, it felt like weights were tied to your eyelids, forcing you asleep but the shock from each step on the ice cold floor on your bare feet was enough to keep you barely conscious.

After you had slipped into your warmer clothes and shoes, your glove covered hand enveloped the bronze shine of the doorknob, before twisting it and unleashing the raveging angry beast beyond, it's angry cries howled even louder, maybe from being ignored.

You grimaced at it all, slowly stepping out, it's claws of ice pricked through the fabric and sunk into your bones. You shivered, now nearly wide awake as you treaded through the dark night.
Unsure of it was even snowing or not as the ground crunched underneath your boots, you couldn't care any less.