Dan was thirteen years old
And was not in a good place mentally
Scars littered his arms and legs
His room was never warm
He created ice whenever he was alone or sad
Dan felt like nobody loved him
He often had fantasies of making a friend out of ice and snow
But didn't understand how it would help
It's not like his hands would create fully functioning organs to keep his friend alive
So instead he just stayed alone
Creating ice whenever he wanted
Praying for a friend whenever he felt so desperate
But one day ha realised something
When he created snow or ice
It would hurt other people or things
When he was five years old he must of killed so many flowers off
He knows for a fact when he was eight his mother slipped around the kitchen thanks to him
Dan tapped his cabinet with his hand
The whole thing froze
Dan hid his head in his hands
Feeling the frost slowly gathering on his face
He knew he was a mistake, he should be able to do this
He felt useless, he just wanted somebody to love him
Ice formed on Dans face and melted back into his tears
