If anyone says I can't go up here, I will punch them severely in the face. No one tells me what to do, and if anyone does, he or she will bare the consequences. I don't know how I made it this far, but now that I did, I'm never going back. Whoever wants to follow me may do so; whoever doesn't, I don't care.
"Stevie! Stop! You're not allowed up there! You can get hurt!" I hear Matt yell some yards below me. He will probably stop chasing me in a few minutes if I don't come down, so I keep going.
"Stevie, I'm telling you, if anything happens to you, I will not forgive myself!" I hear Casey scream, even farther away from me than Matt. Really, I think. Forgive herself for what? I didn't do anything to her, nor did she do anything to me.
"Stevie."
It is this voice that stops me in my tracks.
"Stevie. Let's go. We don't want to be late."
I turn my head and see him standing just a few feet away from me. Patrick.
"Will they stop chasing me?" I ask him, my voice wavering.
He just shrugs. "We'll see."
He holds out his hand, and I take it. His palm is so warm. Mine is cold from all the snow. I had dropped my gloves several feet below when Matt had tried to stop me. But now, I don't need them anymore. Together we walk through the snow, our footsteps clean and even, through the snowy trees, and the cold blizzard. And not once does he let go of my hand.
