I awoke. My breathing was fast. My body drenched in cold sweat. I crawled out from under my covers. I stepped out into the night, and the cold cut through my clothes, chilling me to the bone.
I leaned against the porch railing. Shivering, I reflected upon what had awoken me. My thoughts came slowly, hazily, like trying to single out a tree amongst a dark forest. I remember being with friends; we were just chilling, at my place I believe, when something happened. Something bad happened. My thoughts vanished and, as I struggled to remember more, my mind came up blank.
I decided a walk might help to sort out my thoughts. I stepped off the porch and onto the fresh snow. Instantly, chills erupted on my skin. The snow was cold on the bare of my feet, and eventually started to burn, but then, finally, a sweet numbness filled my body. I welcomed it.
I walked.
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A Cold Sad Night
Short StoryA work in progress. It's about a boy and his crippling depression, and how he deals with it. I hope to cover, in depth, his thinking, the way he feels, and what led him to be that way. Update: I don't intend on finishing this. Sorry if you were hop...
