Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Left Out in the Cold ❯ Left Out in The Cold ( One-Shot )

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Left Out in the Cold

I shivered under my blanket of snow...

“Its so cold...” I whispered to myself.

I felt my eyes close...

It was so much warmer now... The feeling of... Death I

suppose...

Is this really the feeling of death? I always thought

it would be colder, more painful.

But whatever...

I could still feel the snow falling on me, and I could

hear someone yelling. Probably not at me...

I dimly felt something hard hit my leg.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of the warm feeling to

see what it was.

It was a foot, a young boy had kicked me.

“Hey, kid.” he said.

“Hey, kid.” I said, now that I had his attention.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?”

He closed his eyes again.

I threw the blanket I was holding at him, “My mom

thought you'd be cold,” I said at his obviously

perplexed look.

He shrugged, unfolding the blanket.

“Why aren't you home having dinner?” I asked him.

He looked away.

I looked away.

"Well?" He pushed on.

I continued to give him no answer as I spread the

blanket over myself.

“Well... At least tell me where you live...” he

insisted.

“What does it matter?” I said bitterly, “I'd rather

die out here then back there...”

“What does it matter?” he asked angrily, “I'd rather

die out here then back there...”

That surprised me.

I sat down next to him.

That's when I noticed he was shivering.

I wrapped my arms around his shaking form.

He hugged me close, with his eyes closed.

I squeezed closer to him, closing my eyes again,

embracing his heat.

This heat was different then what I had felt before...

This was hot, it warmed my everything, my skin, my

heart, my bones and even my spirit.

Not like the warmth of death... That was numbness... A

lack of anything and everything.

“You have a cut on your cheek...” I said to him.

“You have a cut on your cheek,” he said to me.

“So?” I asked him.

“So, it could get infected.”

“So?” I asked him again.

“Nothin'...”, he whispered in a sleepy tone as he

snuggled up closer to me.

“Nothin...”, I whispered in a sleepy tone as I

snuggled up closer to him.

“Why?” He asked me.

“No reason,” I said, “I wanna be a doctor. I was just

worried.”

There was a silence before I heard a woman yell from

somewhere in the darkness.

“Joseph!” I heard a woman yell, “Come back inside,

it's time for dinner!”

The boy, presumably Joseph, rose from next to me and I

gave a slight whine.

“Hey, why don't you come in and have dinner with me?”

He asked.

“No, it's okay... I don't wanna bother you.” I said,

shaking my head.

“Oh, come on! “ He persisted.

I was pretty cold...

“Okay...” I muttered.

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I could tell he was pretty messed up the moment I saw

him... But the more I got to know him... The more I

saw how beat up he was...

“Oh, how cute!” My mom yelled when she saw the boy,

whose name happened to be Tim.

Boy that kid could eat...

“So... Uhh, Tim...” I began as he finished his third

drumstick, “Why don't you sleep here tonight?”

“Sure!” he said through a mouthful of rice.

“Help yourself dear, you look like you haven't eaten in

weeks.” My mom said with a huge smile.

“Two days,” he said.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the table.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the table.

I could tell I had said something wrong, because

Joseph and his mother were both looking depressed.

`Stupid!' I yelled at myself mentally.

“Well, time for bed dearies. You can sleep with Joey

tonight, in his bed.”

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Wow this bed was soft...

“Wow, this bed is soft,” I told Joseph.

“It is?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, “I never

thought it to be all that soft.”

The lights were out.

I snuggled closer to Joe, wrapping my arms around him.

“I love you...”

“I love you...” Those words broke me.

“But... I can't stay here...” He whispered softly.

I felt him rise, releasing me from his hold.

I felt him grace my cheek with a kiss.

And I felt him hug me with love.

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Tim could've been a doctor. Instead, he died that

night, I found his frozen body on the ground a few

miles from my house, and there were tears stain on his cheeks.

The reason I broke inside when he said he loved me

was... Because I loved him back.

I wish I could've asked him why he'd left.

Now I walk, the snow falling heavily.

But I don't care.

Its just so cold...

It was much warmer now... The feeling of... Death I

suppose...

Is this really the feeling of death? I always thought

it would be colder, more painful.

It was the feeling of death, because I died, buried

in that warmth.

I always thought death would feel colder, more painful.