The cool wind pushed through my thin frame and send a chill up my spine. It was early December and everything was already covered in fresh layers of snow. I kicked my legs weakly and the loud creaking that came from the old swing filled the empty air as I was lifted up up up into the sky The creaking got louder and louder and with each swing I prayed the chains would break so I could fly. It was early December, and I couldn't feel anything !!TRIGGER WARNING!! this entire story is filled with gayness and abuse of all kinds so if you can't handle that stuff then just don't read this