IronDad and Spidyson One Shots Vol. 1 [UNDERGOING EDITING, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED]

Cold and Dark

Warning:feels

A year.

It's been a year since it happened.

I sit in the cold dark alley I call home. I know people are looking for me. But I'm not leaving. Because I can't bear to leave. To leave when I'm so close to the place I love. The ice makes my teeth chatter, the cold sinking in my bones, the dark pressing against my eyes. My suit is gone, he took it before I ran. But I don't mind. It's the worlds final message to me, telling me it's done with me. That I am not worthy anymore of a life.

Around this time, a year ago, I spent it with her. Dispite her burning the turkey, and not having enough money for the present I wanted, I was happy. I still remember her perfectly from that night. Her long brown hair, her caring eyes, her kind smile, the oversized sweater she'd wear every year. She'd ruffle my hair, and ask if I wanted hot coco. We'd watch movies, and sing carols, and I'd smile, knowing it was going to be alright.

But it wasn't. I walked in after getting some milk from the fridge and saw her. Dead. A heart attack, they said. It killed her the moment it struck. Then he came, trying to comfort me, lying in saying it would be fine. But it won't. Never again.

So, I ran. I ran and ran and kept running. Running from the lies. From the pain. From everything.

I looked in a puddle. Yes, it's still me. Any light I had in my eyes once was gone, like a candle blown out, my curly hair damp, my clothes wet and cold. Then, I had a thought.

Would she have wanted this?

The thought was so foreign, it felt like someone else said it.

I then had another thought.

What would she say if she saw you now? Like this? Would she be angry? Sad?

No, I thought. She wouldve told me to tell her what happened, as she hugged me, running her hand through my hair. We would've fallen asleep on the couch after talking. She'd make me some waffles the next morning and asked if I still wanted to go to school. I would've nodded, but hugged her anyway, because she's the only one left....

But... is she?

Was the thought that occurred to me next. He looked so worried... but I thought he didn't care... or maybe...? What if I went back? Saw him? Maybe... I wouldn't be alone anymore.

So I set off. Away from the misery. Away from denial. Away from that alley.

I still look at it sometimes. Still stare into the dark place I called home for less than a year. The alley I would get changed in, the one close to my old home. But I don't fear or hate it. I accept it, as part of the world, part of my life, part of me. Because if you dwell on something forever, you lose sight of life, of yourself. It's something you can't control, but, in the end, you get better. And move on. You find a new life, a new path. And dispite everything, you're still here, still existing. You might resent it at first, might even try to end it, but in the end, you realize. That you can try again.

So that's what I did. And I was welcomed with open arms

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I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I did, and I felt like ending this sad one-shot with a good end. I'll see you all soon.

Merry Christmas, from SiederTree Studios.

-SiederTree Studios