Cold

[Jesse]

(Always wanted to die by hypothermia...if I had to choose a way to die)

Cold...just really cold...

So...cold.

My hands are shaking, can you see them?

I-I hate th-this.

N-nothing ma-makes se-sense.....

I-I'm s-s-sorry...f-fell asleep...

T-toes a-a-are b-blue...so's m-my lips...c-can s-see them in m-mirror...

I-I'm shivering c-c-constantly...

L-licking m-my lips d-doesn't help...m-makes worse...

I dun...I can't tak ri-right. M-mouth huwts....

A-awm numb wike m-mouth...s-so cold a-again...

Heaw th-the thn-thnow p-p-piling up o-outhid...worried...

.....

'm t-tiwed...seepin now...night...

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In the morning, after the snow stopped falling, two hikers opened up a cabin, where the cold still form of a small girl laid in front of a dead fireplace. On a bedside table, there was a picture of the girl with a woman who was her mother. In front of the picture, a note was found. It read: 'Dear Emily, your father is coming to pick you up in an hour. He'll be in his company helicoptor. Be ready! Love, Mom'