It's All Gone Cold

The sixteen year old boy sat in his simple room, one bed, a dresser and one normal sized mirror, his name, no one truly knows but his alias or nickname is simply, Cold. He sighed and stared out at the snow, his slightly pale eyes having some light from a streetlight outside his house, the snow falling down in such simple elegance. Cold sat upon his bed, having been woken from a dream by breaking into a cold sweat, his hands trembling on his lap, his messy black hair standing up in some places on the back and sides of his head. His mind full of possible reasons why he had experienced his reoccurring nightmare about murdering his entire family, but he began to brush it off as he walked to his window, looking down at the neighbors yard, seeing how happy his neighbors child had been that day.Cold peered harder out at the dim night, seeing a figure run past his house. His mind processing who the figure was, he decided to try to fall back asleep. Deep within his dreams however, a tall figure, maybe seven or eight feet tall was standing over his shoulder, he had realized it was his shadow and began to have his semi-blissful dream once more. As he began tossing and turning, reliving that horrid dream once more. He began to sweat bullets once more, his nightmare becoming more and more gruesome and violent by the second.He sat up sweating profusely at about 9:37 A.M. the next day, his hair standing on end as he stood up, combing his hair back down onto his head.Cold hadn't shown up for school that cold Monday morning, his classmates not even realizing he wasn't even at school, for he was considered invisible because of his lack of a social life. He had ventured downstairs to see his mother smile at him and ask, "Did you sleep okay sweetie.?". He had cleared his throat and stated with a sigh, "I wish mom,.. I wish I had.". His mother looked at her son with concern and worry in her caring green eyes. He smiled at how much his mother cared for him, ever since he was a small child she had been very protective over him, since his eldest sister, who would be twenty-one three days from now, well,.. If she hadn't died a year before. The reasoning of his sisters death was unknown to most, but not to Cold, he knew why she had died, she had been murdered by her psychotic ex boyfriend. The mere thought of it made Cold full of pure anger, tightening his fists until blood began pouring from his newly opened wounds, but you know, you're born with a disease that kills all your nerves but you still feel everything around you, but to put it short, Cold was numb to all physical pain, but sadly, it hadn't worked on a broken heart, Samantha, Colds sister, had always been his closest friend in the world, because, well Cold had been diagnosed with mental psychosis, making him hear voices in his head, which caused Cold to be picked on all through his school time. "Freak.!" or "Weirdo." but the worst of the insults that got deep under his skin, was that a larger senior at his high school had said this, "I know why your sister died, she didn't wanna deal with your sorry ass anymore.!". That's what made Cold snap, it was something new to add to his medical records, violent tendencies and quick to anger, for Cold, being a normal sized freshman, had almost killed the senior who was about 6'3" and about two hundred-fifty pounds, and Cold being only 5'7" and one hundred and three pounds, but in short, Cold didn't take insults saying he was the reason for his sisters death to well. Let me explain why his alias is Cold, when Cold was about four years old, him, Samantha, his mother and Father were all outside playing in the snow with Cold but, they had all gotten to into the moment and had left Cold outside by mistake, almost putting him to a freezing death, after several hours of huddling in the ice cold winters night, his mother had realized her little boy wasn't in the house, so she ran outside calling for him, finally hearing the small child's soft sobbing, she ran over to the pile of fleece and wool and picked up an almost dead Cold, his skin was pale and blue-ish. After several weeks of not going back outside, his mother realized, her son had become permanently frost bitten, changing his normal skin tone to a pale version of the original, and from almost freezing to death, his deep blue eyes became a light pale blue, almost having the appearance of a haze covered lake, simple yet complex. But back to the present, Cold had asked his mother if he could stay home that day, as she states sweetly, "Of course sweetheart, I'll leave you some money for a pizza on the kitchen counter.". Cold had hesitantly smiled and replied, "Thanks mom.". Several hours after Colds mother had left for work, Cold had been sitting in the living room, reading a book ever so quietly, his thoughts progressively drifting away from his book, slowly fading into his reoccurring nightmare, slowly breaking into a sweat and a heavy breathing pattern.  The voices in his head because of his psychosis repeatedly chanting, "Kill them... Kill them... Kill them...".

The chanting began to pick up speed becoming louder and louder by the second, his pale blue eyes began moving around rapidly, looking at one thing and then another two seconds later. He raised his hands to his head, clutching his head in pure agony, screaming at the top of his lungs, " Make it stop.!! Please, make it stop.!!". Soon after words he began to take very deep and slow breathes, slowly calming down his erratic thoughts of murder and bloodshed. Cold began to regain his composure and stated quietly, "I guess I'll go for a walk, it wouldn't hurt..". He had grabbed his favorite red jacket, nothing special, just a simple red jacket, and proceeded to walk outside once he had gotten his jacket and the money his mother left him on the kitchen counter. He had passed a few people during his walk, an old married couple, a few joggers and a newlywed couple that had just moved in down the street. They all head greeted Cold with a smile and a wave, as he replied in the same manner, knowing his manners are far beyond anyone his age, everyone that truly knew Cold trusted him with everything, every secret and every problem knowing he would help with all his ability and kindness.