COLD

Chap 1

WARNING DO NOT READ THIS IF SENSITIVE TO ADVENTURE OR SORROW. Thank you!



















I've always wondered why all the snowflakes were unique, my mother told me it was because unique angels make unique snowflakes. Being the gullible kid I was, I believed her and all the things she told me.

It's December, she passed away two weeks ago. She was collecting twigs in the forest and a large blizzard swept her, being the unfortunate people we were, we were stuck in the middle of a large covered snowy Alaskan wilderness. It took us a while to find her but eventually we did (by we I mean my dad and I) once we did we wept for days.

Currently it's snowing outside and my alcoholic piece of garbage named Dad is sitting in the living room while farting himself to sleep. He's done it ever since Mom died, which I sorta find sad. I think I recall her saying she's the one who got rid of his farting habits, awhile ago I might of found it funny but now I just find it frustrating.

I walk into my room and lay near the window, watching the blizzard blow. If I could go out there would I survive, or would I die like my mother. I guess I decided to stay indoors, no matter how large the urge is to go. I knew that if I went I would be swept away. Not long after my thoughts were organized, my dad burst into my room.

"I thought you were sleeping." I said.

" You thought I was asleep? Look, I know that you were thinking about something, I wanted to know what it was." he answered. How the heck does he know what I'm thinking?!?

"Well, it's nonnegotiable." I simply stated.

"Look if you don't tell me.." he balled up his fists.

"Dad, it was just a thought."

"I'm your father and I need to know!" He swung his arm toward the wall.

"Dad stop." I whispered.

"What? You know what, I'm tired of this. I want you out of this house by this time tomorrow!" He yelled. He finally walked towards the door and slammed his way out.