Ice Cold

Prologue

I'm as Cold as Ice, but in the right hands I'll melt

December 4th, Wednesday.

Ice cold is what he was. Frozen in time, stuck within the past and unable to move within the present. Numb was the only emotion he held as he mentally rocked himself back and forth upon the mountain of snow he'd laid himself on. 

His bare feet painted the plain white snow a dark shade of crimson red and his tears melted away the snow that his head rested on as a pillow, freezing himself half to death. His once tanned skin being as pale as the snow itself, the dirt that was once gathered on his body, now washed away with the cold, wet, substance that he lays on. 

Blue eyes bore lifelessly at the dark shadows that wouldn't dare look his way, but walk on, his dry lips trembling messed up words pleading for help. Though sadly, none came his way, for no one even bothered to listen.

'Do I deserve this?' He'd question himself repeatedly, his own answers always being a simple 'yes.'

More and more people turned a blind-eye to the dying, starving seventeen year old before them, yet he couldn't get mad or angry at them for doing so. All he did was smile their way and drift his gaze onto the next passing pedestrian.

"This is your punishment," he'd replay the male's words who'd done this to him. "You'll go to Hell if you don't sort your life out." He didn't want to go to Hell, not at all, so he knew he needed this. "The Lord has given you another chance to go through the gates of Heaven, if only you'd do as he says." And he would. He'd go through all of this to wipe away his forbidden sins, he'd do this with no turning back. "Don't come back until you've cleansed your sins, only then will you be forgiven."

The crispy snow crunched under his body-weight, him being used to the noise and ignoring it whilst he shifted into a more, if possible, comfortable position. By this time of night only the rare person would be spotted, pondering past him. Whether it'd be the young or old couple, bickering teenagers, or other's like him rooting around for a place to stay.

Others like him were not rare, there was always a variety of them wandering the lonesome streets, but he knew, and could easily tell, none of them had the same story as him to tell. Many zig-zagged side-to-side along the pathway past him, others snatching and swigging green glasses of beer from one another, not caring about the germs. 

It disgusted the young seventeen year old, but also made him fearful of his own future- the future being him ending up like those ruthless beings.

The darkened sky holding the crescent moon high brought the only light the boy could use to see, but with the amount of time he's spent in the darkness, his eyes had been able to adjust to the dark, enabling him to see. His back, pushed back against the sidewalks wall, ached from the horrid position he was in. 

His neck being stiff from where he'd been for far too long. Pins and needles shot through his purple hands, the skinny jeans and baggy white, dirtied gray top soaked from the melting snow and sticking to his sensitive skin, annoying him with every movement.

A monstrous growl erupted from his empty stomach, but nothing was a shock to the brunette, for the noise came near enough every hour of the day. Swallowing nothing but his own dried up saliva, the boy whimpered in hunger for some food. His breathing shallow and uneven, eyes blurred; they struggled to stay focused, becoming extremely heavy.

The wind howled in his face so he was unable to sleep through the chilly night, it all being too much for his trembling body, keeping him painfully awake. If only the weather would be nicer to him, become his friend, an ally. If only a friend could save him from this painful life he'd been enduring for the past year.