Cold

Everything is cold.

My numb lips. Your pale face. Our clasped hands.

Cold. Cold. Cold.

I'm oblivious, unknowing to your frost slowly creeping up on me. You're aware, completely conscious of your influence over me, your wintry, glacial leverage. 

And you like it.

You like that you have power over my defenceless, innocent soul. You like that you can play little games with me, all with your chilly fingertips.

And in a way, I like it too.

All my life, people have had authority over me, and I haven't minded at all. I've allowed people to craft me, to shape me into their own sculpture. My parents made me into a studious worker with straight A's. My teachers have fashioned me into a model student, a teacher's pet who does whatever he's told. And you saw all this, you saw my naivety and thought you could carve me into your own pet.

But you were wrong.

Yeah, you were wrong. Now, you're dead, with frigid hands and a frozen face. You fell. Metaphorically. I tried to catch you.

I failed.

I guess that's what cold does to us. It seeps around us, watching carefully, creeping into our hearts and freezing them. I watched as you were teased, bullied, tormented into taking those cold, white pills. I myself am almost completely frozen as well.

Whore. Slut. Prostitute.

That's what those bullies called you. You used to be popular once. Not anymore. People don't like you, because you started dating your own little pawn, the school nerd, the one nobody knows. I don't know why you did it. You could've dated that star football player, the popular guy. But you went for me. Maybe you loved me.

Maybe.

But now you're dead, so it doesn't matter anymore. We are no more. You are no more. 

So I shall be no more.

All your pills are gone, so I can't depart this world the easy way.  I watched you die in the living room; funny, that. I'm in the kitchen now. I rummage through the kitchen drawers. I find a knife. A long, sharp one.

Good.

I grab the hilt, press the blade to my chest. I feel it against my skin. Guess what the blade is.

It's cold.