It started snowing a little bit early this year. I didn't mind the cold anymore and I never slipped on the ice either.
Dad made hot chocolate, Mom got blankets out of the closet, and Carson turned on Frozen. We all sat on the couch and watched the movie.
Everyone sang along to all of the songs. I did too. Mom always said I had a beautiful voice, but everyone in choir had always sounded so much better, so I never sang very loud. Today though, I sang loud and clear.
I didn't see Carson leave. Once the move was over though, I went to his room to kiss him goodnight. But I was surprised when I didn't find him there.
I heard sniffing coming from the other room. My room...
I walked down the hall to find him propped up against my door, sitting on the floor, humming do you want to build a snowman.
"Lily," he whispered. I jumped, wondering if he could see me. But then he whispered to my door, "Do you want to build a snowman?"
We used to do that together too.
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After Suicide
Short StoryWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
