The Red Winter

Life is a beautiful thing. A beautiful thing that is taken for granted. People simply do what they please because they think they have all the time in the world. That they will have time later on in life to make up for the things they've done, me included. Life does not work that way and the sooner you find that out the better off you'll be. The moment you feel the hands of darkness grip your waist and tear into your skin, the tears sting your cheeks and throat tighten as you beg for a second chance, and the light that is fading from your vision finally disappears... That is when you realize that it is too late. That is when you realize that everything is gone and there isn't a way to get any of it back.
I was from a small town called Lake Ridge where the people were nice and the secrets were dark. Secrets that couldn't, and don't, stay hidden forever. A place where the laughs were loud but the meanings were sinister. The sun would fall and the moon would rise, but the things that lurked in the dark would make you wish you ended up like I did. My name is Lincoln Saunders and this is the story of how I died.