SNOW - A Suffering Negative Obnoxious Whisper
Snow, in a lot of ways is like people. Some people might seem almost perfect on the outside, but you never know what’s hidden underneath. Just like snow the innocent white blanket covers the bloody secrets.
Russia, February 11th. Novaya Usman approximately 20,000 residents.
"When I tell you to squeal, you'll squeal like a pig! Squeal! Sque-" The young boy put the serrated knife on his bedside table as he attempted to reach the window to have a look. Eventually he pushed him-self up. Then he witnessed a man come out a car. The man of an honorable age is wearing an extremely long, worn-out, charcoal black, detective style coat.
As Alexandr glared at the man he wondered if the man is going to have an impact on the massive block of flats. Whether the man is going to cause any fires or play loud music. After he finished analyzing the gentleman he decided that he will be like every single neighbor: going to stay in the flat for a while and mind his own business after a couple of months the man is going to move out considering the horrendous conditions of the flats.
Depressed, he swiftly slid down from the window sill, blew out his worthless candle and slowly dozed of to sleep.
The next day Alexandr woke up in a good mood and in roughly an hour was outside going to school. The snow has got heavier; it swirled down in great flurries of mass white. Alexandr watched as a single snow flake fluttered and twirled down, flying in all directions before finally coming to settle on the already 20cm thick snow covering the ground. He took a few crunchy steps forward and looked behind at the deep footprints he'd left. He watched as the snow floated purposefully into the foot-shaped imprints, already beginning to refill them. He turned his attention back to what lay in front of him. The street was empty, still immersed in the darkness that came before school.
When he entered through the school's gate he looked around, cautious of his surroundings.
"Piggy! There you are. We’ve been waiting for you. Have you got us any presents?" Julij began insulting.
"S-s-sorry," stuttered Alexandr.
Alexandr didn’t know what to do so he tried to run. Unfortunately there were three bullies and only 4 directions to run the forth one being out the school gate. Thus he just stayed still and tried to ignore the taunting and the excruciating pain as he got hit and punched.
Alexandr couldn't concentrate in lessons because all he could think about was what will happen to him at break or at lunch time. The freezing cold of the classroom wasn't helping with Alexandr’s concentration either.
It was a relief for everyone except Alexandr when school was over considering he knew that agony awaits him.
"Oi, you!" Julij exclaimed.
"Oh, god," Alexandr muttered.
Julij, Luka and Rolan surrounded Alexandr in seconds. There was nowhere to escape thus Alexandr just closed his eyes and suffered the tormenting.
After the bullies left, Alexandr slowly dragged his legs through the snow. He touched his eye.
"Ow!" he winced.
"What did you do to your eye?" a young girl hastily jumped from the slide in the playground near Alexandr's flat.
She stared into Alexandr's eyes with her immense, dark brown eyes.
"I got into a fight." Alexandr admitted.
"Really? With who?" The young girl questioned.
"It's some guys from scho- Wait I don't even know who you are. I'm not going to talk to strangers." Alexandr started making his way home at a very quick pace.
