Snowflakes

Grey clouds filled the darkened sky threateningly as the wind softly blew about his body. He was only wearing his shorts and a thin t-shirt, but it didn’t matter to him; he was already frozen from the inside. His hurt had stopped hurting. The bleeding had stopped bleeding. But it hadn’t really. Somewhere, it was still bleeding. Much more than it had before. And he knew it was, as well, because it was on his hands. It left a trail of drops in the glistering white snow.

His knees fell down into the snow, making large holes. He fell backwards, the snow almost freezing because of the coldness that suddenly hit it. He swayed his arms about, making an angel in the snow, with blood red wings. He looked up to the sky, trying to make figures out of the grey clouds.

Bear

He smiled to himself, but grimaced after one single thought.

C

C? He frowned. C isn’t a figure, it’s a letter. Letters make words. Words make sentences. Sentences that involve the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’. Words that hurt. Words that kill.

Ch

‘Chimpanzee,’ he muttered and laughed. Monkey. His pet name was monkey. The unnoticed tear that trickled down his reddish cheek melt the snow he was lying on. No one was going to call him monkey anymore now.

Cha

Charm? Change? Chase? The hunt for love?

Char

Things became painfully clear. He looked away, raised his hands so he could look at them. The blood was nearly gone. But the guilt remained. The pain. The hurt.

His shirt was soaked with melted snow. Was he not cold blooded? Did he not have no heart? Was there really warm blood flowing through his veins, blood that burned his insides because he thought he was frozen?

He stood up, studying the angel in snow, noticing the blood red wings. How did it get there? He started running, as fast as he could. The snow fell down slowly from the skies, slightly blurring his view.

His hand found the door knob, turning it, opening, rushing in. A tall figure lying in a pool of blood. He screamed, tears flowing freely. Crouching down, skin contacting skin.

‘I love you,’

Words that would not hurt. Words that did not cause any pain. Words that would melt the frozen heart. But this time, words would not melt the boy’s heart. This time, only the boy who whispered them, would hear them.