The wind blew harsh and cold, it was the middle of winter, and an ice storm was insueing. The girl sat outside in only her long sleeved outfit, shivering, taking the cold as someone would take a beating. Her eyes scanned the night sky, it had to have been at least ten below.
She thought she deserved it.
She was a coward, messed up every day. Just that day, she had gotten her report card, on it were two Cs. She couldve done better, and she shook her head against the night sky, defying the thought that ran through her head
You have no purpose in this life. You are going to die empty and forgotten. Tears ran down her wind and ice burnt cheeks, freezing. Her head flew up to the sky and, ignoring all reason, she howled like a trapped beast.
Her howl carried a long way, a wailing that woke the neibors, a sad sound that wok