I welcomed the depths of the frozen tundra. My foot slipped on the ice and I plunged into the fringed cold water. I gave up after I had lost all of my hope. Allowing my body to be scummed into the dark depths. I had always loved the cold. I would lay in the cold snow for hours on end. Wearing a light blue sweatshirt that covered most of my small body. My sweatpants would always be covered by the baggy sweatshirt. My relatives thought I had gone completely and utterly insane. Except my older brother he would join me in my endless insanity. We where the two odd ones in the family besides my grandma. I was named North by my father who sadly passed away when I was seven. And that my friends this is where my story takes place a little bit before my fathers death. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They call us Freaks. They see us as freaks,.... But all I see is a broken soul....... A shattered heart..... And a shattered frame of mind."