I lived on a mountain in the cold. My dad was shot. My mom died in a human's trap by blood loss. My older brother, Stone, had been taken away. I couldn't do anything but prepare to starve to death. Days by days, I could feel her body getting smaller, thinner, and it felt like something was horribly eating me from the inside, slowly and painfully. I had to find a quicker way to die. We had lived by a fairly large lake, and one night, I made my decision. It was a cold night, but the lake hadn't frozen over yet, and some parts, the ice was still thin. I aproached the lake. It looked beautiful, if only I weren't starving painfully to see it. The ice was already cracking below me, but I couldn't bear waiting. And with that, draining up the very last of my energy, I slammed my small body against the ice. The ice split and broke, and I was plunged into the the cold, freezing water, which seemed to jab my soul with sharp stones from every way, freezing me and paralyzing me. I just relaxed my body, and the water seemed to take me into itself. I let go of my breath of air and gave way to the darkness~
