counterclockwise

i was left staring, wind blowing on my face hard like sharp icicles going into every pore of my face, my hair blowing like a hurricane and my hands, colder than the icy storm itself.

but the storm wasn't the problem.

it was me.

The police left about 2 hours ago, everything is different now, it seems like nothing is real anymore. I don't know what or who to believe, the police with what they told me or my parents with what they told me.