I was sitting on a hill near the soccer field. It was night and there was snow falling again, I held my knees closed to my chest, but then I stretched out a bit, and I looked up at the sky.
Why...why am I still here?...what the hell have I done...Why can't I figure this out... I thought closing my eyes, and then falling back onto the snow.
I looked at one of my hands, blood...at least part of my hand was bleeding...it felt cold...and well that's about it.
"Damn...what the hell is wrong with me...? Why can't I do anything right!?" I sat up and punched the ground in front of me, and with my bad luck I punched rigid ice... my knuckles shook afterwards, I broke the ice, but my hand was now really bleeding.
I shook my head a bit, I had been sitting outside for over half the day, by myself, I guess I was sort of cold...
...Maybe I should just leave... I thought to myself, watching the blood drip off and freeze on the ground...but if spread a bit...to a sort of shape. I hardly looked at it at all. I closed my eyes again, this time I breathed lightly.
"Or...I could die right here...instead of go home..." I said outloud. "Its not like...anyone would..." My eyes started to close, and I felt my body shutting down.
"...notice...any...thing..." I breathed out weakly as I hit the ground...and layed there..., frost covered the spikes in my hair, and rigth next to my head was...a flower...a sort of flower, but etched in the snow...a crimson flower...from my blood...
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