dear mom,
i've been searching,
for already two long hours.
i'm so tired mommy.
i can't feel my body.
i feel so numb.
i want to rest.
i want to sleep so badly.
no i can't do that.
i have to find them,
and bring them back home,
so that way we can drink hot coco,
and it'll be like good old times.
i can't end up passed out in the snow.
i have to continue searching.
as i continued searching,
i could feel all of my bones,
starting to crumble,
and soon i fell to the ground.
i tried to get up,
but the soreness in my bones,
wouldn't let me.
i could finally feel the cold air,
start suffociating my lungs.
i continued trying to stand up,
when i heard this loud noise.
my body tensing up,
mommy this was it for me.
i was going to be some kind of animals food.
i was prepared to die,
when i noticed that the voice,
belonged to actually,
a little girl sobbing.
my heart was going crazy mommy,
it had to be angie.
i could feel my anger,
rushing into me,
as i remembered hearing her scream out for help.
i was thinking about,
how somebody could be hurting her.
i forced my body to go up,
ignoring the pain my lungs were creating.
as i found angie.
mommy,
it was horrible.
love,
ann
scribbled over blood stained snow
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Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah