The coldness was almost unbearable. I could barely feel my toes. My gloves were no help either, my hands were freezing. I reached behind me to pull up my hood on my jacket, only to be met with the collar. I don't really know why I bought a winter coat, with no hood.

I sigh and take my hands out of my pocket, and put them up to my ears. My ears are frozen, and no doubt, bright red.

I pull my snow white hair, out of the hair tie. The wind seemed to pick up as soon as I did that. The snow swirled and blew up all around me. I stopped walking, and waited for the snow to pass. I watched, as the snow moved in perfect harmony.

Snow was always a beautiful sight to look at to me. The way it rained down from the sky and lightly landed on the ground. It seemed almost unreal.

As soon as the wind stopped moving, I put my hair in a low ponytail, so that it would cover my ears.

I began to walk again, as soon as I finished with my hair. I turned left onto Ridge Street, and walked straight down. I looked down at my rugged boots, and watched as they imprinted a design in the snow. I stepped down a little harder so that the design look more bolder.

I hear loud drilling noises coming up ahead of me. I look up and see men drilling and digging up in the streets. I walk closer to the scene and stop when I see a big yellow warning sign in front of me. I look around me and see that the road has been blocked off.

" We're redoing the roads." a gruff voice says beside me.

I jolt in surprise, I look to my left and see a middle aged man with a hard hat on.

"What?" I say in a quiet voice.

"We're redoing the roads." He repeats.

About time, I think to my self, It was like an obstacle course driving on these roads, but this really wasn't good news for me.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know."

He nods his head, in reply, and goes back to his work.

I turn and walked away. Now what? think to myself. This was the same route I took everyday to get home.

I decided that the best idea, would be to call my mom so she could come get me. Don't get me wrong I love walking and the snow, but honestly it was freezing and getting dark. I whipped out my phone, scrolled down in my contacts and pressed, mom. I held the phone to my ear and waited.

"Hello?" a raspy, out of breath voice meets my ear.

"Mom, is that you, are you ok?"

"Yes, why?" she try's to calm her voice, but fails.

"You sound like you ran a marathon."

"No, I'm just a little tired from working, did you need something, why did you call?"

"Uh, yes, the road by Ridge Street is blocked off and I don't know where to go. Could you maybe pick me up." I asked a little confused.

"Right now." she said, letting a puff of air out. "What do you mean the roads blocked off?"

"There redoing the roads, so-"

"Ugh." she cuts me off.

"Please." I mumble.

"Wintry, I can't pick you up right now, I'm really busy. Maybe you can take the bus? Walk down another block, and see if the road is blocked off there." she said in a rush.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were busy. I'll figure something out. I'll see you later." I say soft tone.

"Ok, bye. I'll see you at home." she says quickly.

"Bye." I say. But she has already hung up.

I sigh again. I seem to be doing that a lot these days.

I suddenly I didn't feel like going home. There really wasn't much to do their anyways, because nobody's ever home.

The cold seemed to not have an affect on me anymore. I didn't feel cold anymore, I felt numb.

Maybe I got so cold, I turned warm. Was that even possible?

My mom was always so busy. She was always doing something, and when she came home she was too tired to deal with anything that involved me.

She seemed to be in a rush, always had some place to be. She worked long hours as a maid and came home late. She threw her self into work, claiming "we have to make money some how." But sometimes I felt like she went out of her way just to avoid me. Was I really that big of a problem to her?

Growing up, we were never close. It was obvious she didn't want a child, and didn't know how to take care of one.

My father left before I was even born. My mom doesn't really talk about him much. She just says he wasn't ready to have a child, and didn't want me. She said other things, but I'd rather not repeat it.

I always wondered if my dad leaving had an affect on her. She says it didn't and that he's in the past and she's over him. But I can't help but wonder if my life would be different if he stayed. Maybe I just think to much.

I decided that instead of going home to an empty, lonely house, I would walk to a nearby park. Right now I just need to relax and clear my mind. So I spin on my heels and head right in search of a park.

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My legs are about the snap off any second. I don't know why I thought there was a park around here. I had been walking for about two and a half hours, and at this point I was delirious to the point were I was talking to myself.

Silly little girl, why didn't you just try to find your way home. It's snowing honey, and you were freezing and you wanted to go to the park? Now, was that a smart idea?

"No." I said softly to myself.

This day just kept on getting miraculously worse. Where do I even begin. First off, The temperature had dropped and the snow had picked up again and was whirling around crazily like a hurricane. Secondly, I had gained back the ability to feel cold, and now I was both cold and numb. Oh, and there's one last thing I forgot to mention, I'm lost.

I didn't know where I was. I walked around town trying to find a park, and after half an hour of searching a came a conclusion that there wasn't a park around here. I decided to turn around and go back home, but I didn't know which direction I came from.

The snow makes it about ten times worse. It had piled up high on the sidewalks, the streets, the railings, the plants, and just everything. Nothing looked the same. Everywhere just looked completely different. It was like while I was walking, Santa's elves where creating a Winter Wonderland, behind me. I was really lost. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. Winter Edition.

It don't know where the time went, it was now almost six o'clock. The sun had already gone down and I still had not found my way back. I contemplated calling my mom, but after the episode earlier, I decided against it.

As I walk forward I see bright lights ahead of me. I squint and look down as far as I could. From far away the lights looked like stars, they seemed to be floating in the air. I walk faster to the source of light. As I reach my destination, I notice that what I am seeing are different assortments of street lamps and street lamp posts. Even though they were only lights I found them absolutely beautiful. All together was like a work of art.

I stood in the middle of the variety of lights and looked up into the sky. The snow had stopped and only little flutters of snow were gracing the ground.

Even though the snow had stopped, it had gotten even colder than it was before. I felt like Jack Frost biting at my nose, and I was pretty sure if I stayed out here a second longer, I would get Frostbite.

This is ridiculous I need to get home. Come, Wintry you need to get out of here. I give myself a little pep talk in my mind.

"Ok."

I breath out and watch the cloud air come out of my mouth. I remember when I use to pretend it was smoke coming out of my mouth when I was a child. Well, I still do it now.

I walked out of the assortment of lights and begin to run. I had figured, in my mind that at this point, I would get to my destination faster if I ran, even If I didn't know were I was going.

I ran as fast as I could in the snow. My boots had become damp and wet, from the snow, which was not good news for my feet. My socks were drenched in water, but I tried to ignore the discomfort.

I kept my running up, only stopping for a few seconds when I needed to catch my breath. As I'm running, I realize that I was in a different neighborhood, and probably was farther away from home then I was before. Where was I, honestly? I kept looking around at the scenery to see if anything looked familiar.

Which was a bad idea, because I wasn't looking in front of me. What happened next was not shocking, but it sure was embarrassing.

This is a lesson to all children. Don't run when there is snow on the ground, especially when there's ice.

I went from running on snow, to skidding on ice.

I tried to keep my balance, but come on it's ice. It's what happens to everyone. You look like you doing a weird dance, when your trying to keep your balance. Then you fall on your face, your side, or your butt.

Is it possible to fall on all three things? Because I think I did, while crashing into three trash bins. This led to a loud crashing noise, and me groaning on the floor.

I feel a warm substance running down my forehead. I reach my hand up to my head, and bring it down, so I could see it. I'm pretty sure that its blood, even though I cant see the color because it's dark.

"Oh, no." I reached up and touched my forehead again, but pulled away when I felt pain. I tried to stand up, but fell to the ground when I felt a sharp pain in my side.

"Ow, oh my-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I heard whispers and murmurs from a distance.

I looked straight ahead in front of me and saw little shadows and figures of body in front of me. I scrambled and laid flat in front of the bins, to hid my body.

I don't know why I hid, I was just scared I guess. I was in a different neighborhood, that I've never been before. I kind of panicked, not knowing what to do.

I tried to stay quiet as possible and not make any sudden movements or noises. I also tried to ignore the blood dripping from my forehead.

The voices of the shadows seemed to get louder. They sounded like they were talking about something important.

"Just get it done, I don't care what you think or what you know." A voice bellowed. That made my heart beat faster. I was very scared now.

All these bad things would never would have if my mom would have just picked me up. I think to myself.

No, I'm not going to play the blame game. It was my fault.

I look around the ground, in search of my phone. I look to my left and see it lying face first on the ground, and I just know it's cracked. It landed on the ice.

I flip my phone over, and can't help but open my mouth in shock. My phone is shattered, the cracks went so deep in, I wondered if it would still work. My thoughts were confirmed when I clicked the home button and it didn't turn on. I pressed the button repetitively like that would make it come back to life.

Back to life? I made it sound like it was a person, that just died.

It then hits me I could've used my phone to help me get directions home. I don't know why I can't think today. We'll it's to late now anyways.

"Do you at least have a backup plan" I snapped my head up, the voice had come back. I had been so wrapped up in my, now broken phone. That I had forgotten the situation I was in.

The voices were no longer a whisper. I looked up and noticed that the bodies had moved closer to me.

"I'm trying to figure things out, get off my back."

Those voices sounded so familiar. I squinted to try to see the faces of these people. I put my hand on one of the garbage cans, and tried to get closer, without making any noises.

I could see that they were male, and there was three of them. I looked a little closer, and almost had a heart attack.

It was him. There was no doubt, it was definitely him. It was the coat. He always wore that same coat in the winter, since I first saw him, which was years ago. He even wore it on the days that wasn't even cold. It was a long, black, winter coat that reached down a little lower than his knees. There was six big blue buttons that was suppose to be on it, but five of them had gone missing. Which he replaced with five smaller red buttons, which I found quite odd. He also had the dark blue scarf on, but he never wore any gloves. That's how I know it was him.

I know exactly who those three guys are. They go to my school.

The one who was screaming was Wolf Leo, the one who was answering back was Arlo Flynn, and the one in the black jacket, who had not said a one word, was the one and only...

Dark.

And in this very moment, of course my hand had to slip of the garbage can, creating a huge noise. For everyone to hear.

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