Why Not?

Cold

The sound of the last few of her fellow students footsteps had faded away. She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Life sucked.

She felt a warm wetness on her cheeks, and she realized she had started crying. Pulled up the hood of her sweat shirt, and continued to sit there on the cold linoleum floor, allowing the tears to fall freely from her eyes.

She didn't know why it hurt so much. She was ignored and insulted all the time, why did this sting so bad.

Probably because it was him. She thought before she could stop herself.

John Altoff. Her John. Or, her old John. He stopped talking to her after their fight.

That stupid, petty fight!

Her nose started to burn, and she felt a lump develop in her throat as she attempted to suppress the oncoming sobs.

She felt a chill run throughout her body, and she saw the goosebumps forming on her legs where her shorts stopped.

Suddenly, it was as though the world had stopped. She felt it. The pain pierce through her back. A warmth had started to spread around that area, and then all she saw was black.

Her body fell limp, and she stayed lying on the ground.

Cold