It was cold. I couldn’t see anything except a heavy blanket of snow and a few trees. My mother always told me to be calm in situations of distress. I wondered what she was doing at this time. She was probably sitting in her favourite chair eating a warm bowl of hot soup. I could’ve definitely gone for a hot soup right about then. Suddenly a large branch fell from the tree before me. One more step and I would’ve been jam. I don’t know if the cold was getting to me or if the branch did hit me and I was dead now but I actually saw a bowl of hot soup on the snow laying in front of me. I picked the bowl from the thick snow to my face where I began to eat the soup. It tasted pretty good until I came to the realization that I was not eating soup nor was I holding anything in my hands. I imagined what my sister would’ve said.
“Are you insane?” she said.
My memories are just mere warmth in my heart from the pain of being lonely. The closest thing I had to love was a little bunny that would cuddle with me while I slept. I missed home but I was still not ready to go back yet. Why couldn’t I just be happy?
Being unhappy was a natural occurrence in my everyday life. The longest I’ve ever been happy was when I was five and my father began telling me his war stories. I miss him so much. That 20 something year old lunatic took him from me. My father was the only good thing about my life. When I was little, my father and I were like munchkadorin. If you have not read Munchkadorin, you have not read anything. It basically was the storyline of my entire life. A young girl and her father go on adventures and then her dad dies in the army. She then has a falling out with her family. That’s almost my autobiography.
Anyways, I was getting ready to sleep. I found a nice comfy spot next to a willow tree with what seemed like a face on it. The blackness of the night was creeping in. I could hear the birds chirping in the background as I lay my head down on the thick cover of snow. It is the most beautiful thing yet it was the most horrendous in comfort. I will admit I wanted to lie in my comfy queen sized bed at home but I did not want to see my family. I began to drift into a deep, deep sleep, thinking about home. I dreamt of myself living at home with my father and my sister. It was a wonderful dream.
My eyes suddenly open as I awake from the hard sleep on snow. I woke covered in snow on top. My skin had been freezing cold and my lips were almost blue. I covered my mouth and began to walk again. I became very hungry and very smelly. I needed to find a shower and a restaurant.
About an hour later, I noticed an advertisement for a motel up the road. Maybe they had a pub or restaurant. I walked up the broken country path waiting for the surprise of a motel. I came across a road which had a few cars going by once in a while. I could see a sign for the motel up ahead.
“Spring Feeling” the sign read.
As I came to the motel a young man with a nametag that said “Fred” motioned me to the office area where he handed me a key.
“Here you go!” he exclaimed.
I didn’t respond. I handed him my birthday money I had been saving up for years. He took the money and began to count as he moved his hands in a way that meant “shoo”. My mother would not be proud. I walked over to my room. I had number 11.
The room had an old style TV from the 60’s and a bed with those creepy looking bed spreads they sell at the dollar store. I didn’t care. As long as I was warm. I sat on the bed and opened my backpack. I pulled out a small sample shampoo bottle and a travel size toothbrush and toothpaste. I walked into the bathroom and put all my things near the sink.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I wonder who it was. I stepped out of the bathroom and over to the door. The peephole had been covered in black spray paint.
