They say to live in the present, let go of the past, and brace yourself for the future. Sometimes I wonder if its true or not. I try to not spend all night laughing or crying about things that have already happened, but its not that easy. Memories are like skin, you can’t live without them. Maybe sometimes you have to live in the past, or even the future. That just sounds wrong. I trudge through the thick snow. I feel cold inside. The wierd thing is, I don’t feel cold on the outside. Weird. I keep trudging until I notice my shoes are flaming a bit. I shed a tear. Deep pain goes through my veins, making every nerve go off until my brain gets the message. I’m on fire.

None of that was real. It was all a dream. My sister shoved me outside because I was being annoying. The snow was cold like it was supposed to be. Phew. Then I see this boy. He’s stumbling across the thick, bone-chilling snow. I run over to him. Big mistake. He screams like I’m some kind of monster, and pulls out this sharp long knife. I put my hands up. “Um I’m not a psycho killer,” I say laughing a bit. Not that I could be. Then I remember something- my old boyfriend. He used to be very protective to me. I could almost see his green eyes glowing in the boys skull. Wierd.

None of that was real. Wierd. I walk outside. I bump into the boy. He smiles as though he knows me. He pulls me to this lake. Then I notice I’m not cold in his presence. Weird. He pulls me into the lake, not frozen anymore. Also when did I grow gills, I could breath. Weird. We kissed. Weird.

None of that was real. I don’t go outside. Big mistake. They found me. Weird. Weird. Weird. Dead.