*** Winter ***
I laid on my bed and buried my face into my pillow, why does he do this?! I want to fucking kill him! I groaned and pulled the blankets up to my chin and just laid there. The look in his eyes before he left... It hurt. He looked at me like I was clueless. I'm one thousand sixty three years old. I'm anything but clueless. I've killed, I've seen mighty kingdoms fall, I was best friends with Einstein, I helped Benjamin Franklin discover electricity! And he thinks I'm clueless?! I've lost more than anyone could bear and I'm still surviving! I've gong through high-school eight hundred nine times! I've seen some of my closest friends get murdered in cold-blood! He needs to wake the fuck up.
I was jolted out of my ranting when I heard someone knock on my door. I stayed silent, he'll go away eventually. I heard a sigh and an awkward shuffle, "Winter... Please let me in." I got up and came over to the door. Hearing him inhale sharply in surprise, I locked it. He groaned softly, "Alright, you're still mad." Then he turned and walked back into his room, closing the door quietly.
I closed my door and leaned against it. Hearing her lock the door did something inside... Like something snapped. I can't think straight, my vision is blurry, what the hell is going on?? I leaned against the wall and slid down it slowly. I started shaking a little and I whimpered softly, she hates me... she never wants to talk to me again... I gulped, she hates me...
*** Winter ***
He wants to be that way, fine. Fuck him! I don't need him. He's better off without me anyway. We wouldn't be good together... He's just so... UGH! What am I doing? Being an idiot. I have shit to do. I got out of bed and looked around, "Where did I... Ah ha!" I grabbed the box out of the drawer in my nightstand and opened it carefully. The key was laying on top, like it knew I was going to take it, I grabbed it and slipped it into my pocket. Grabbing my bag and my keys I was gone. I was going to have to go back... Way back. Where the painful memories were. Back to my house. I drove for hours. Back to where my shitty life really began. Good thing it's here in Illinois. It's all the was across the damn state but It's still here. No boarders to cross. As I drove I have the top down and I was thinking, what if Roman really hates me now... What if he's never going to look at me the same, or talk to me again. I don't think I like the idea... No I don't. Not at all. I sighed and pulled into the driveway. As I looked around, I slowly remembered everything. I knew where I needed to go. I got out of the car and went inside. The house was long since abandoned.
*** Roman ***
I heard Winter leave. The shakes were beginning to subside and I was able to make it to my bed, only to collapse on it. I didn't know what was going on. This was freaky, I'm never like this. I don't get shaken, or scared. I have nothing to be afraid of. But that girl... She's terrifying. She's s confident and sure of herself... She knows how she makes me feel. She's perfectly aware of what she's doing to me. She's proud of it! Damn her. She's going to be the end of me. I don't know how much more I can take...
