Mini story I came up with (Finished)

It was cold, so unbearably cold... Usually, you would have loved the feeling of the cold on your skin, but now? Now it's a cold reminder of how much you've lost. You continue to walk through the unbearable cold, not attempting to stop; it's not like you could anyway.

I look at the few layers on your body and bring them closer to you in a feeble attempt to get warmer. As you attempt to get warmer, rain begins to lightly sprinkle its love on you, then it begins to spray, then it pours. Your clothes are immediately drenched within seconds; if you don't find shelter soon, you'll get hypothermia with how cold you are. 

You take in your surroundings and glance at the lake not so far away from you. You don't recognize any landmarks; you're alone, in the dark, in the cold, cold rain. Shame. A coat would be nice, or maybe even a cardboard box to use as shelter, but people like you. Deserve nothing. You are nothing. You will be nothing. Remember that no matter what you do, you'll be nothing.

The sound of screeching tires snaps you out of your thoughts, you have to hide, and quick. You won't let them catch you, you have no choice. You made an idiotic idea to jump into the lake, the freezing cold lake. What an idiot you are. You hold your breath as you struggle to stay under the water; you are freezing.

A rough minute later you emerge from the water and slowly crawl out of the lake, your body completely drenched, your skin freezing, and your soul. Damaged. You push through the mental barrier and begin to run. Where? You don't know; all that you know is that you need to run, you need to bring the heat back into your body, you need to get away from them, and you need to find shelter.

Your feet barrel against the concrete as you run, you can't stop, you can't stop, why won't you stop? 

Give up. 

Just give up already.

You deserve whatever you have coming to you.

You trip and almost eat concrete, the sacrifice. Your hands and knees begin to bleed, but you have no time for that. Isn't it funny that you never have time for anything? Maybe if you had the time to think you would've noticed that police station you passed five minutes ago.

Run, run as fast as you can; you hope they can't catch you because you're no gingerbread man.

Scrambling into a deserted alleyway, you attempt to catch your breath. You're still freezing, but as you stand in the rain, your body begins to feel warm... Too warm, you're burning up. You consider taking off your shirt, but before you can even finish that thought, it's already off, you're still burning up.

You spot a thermos nearby and desperately reach for it, hoping it's warm; to your fortune, it is. Without thinking you immediately open it and gulp down the contents, and just as quick as you downed it, you threw it up. You look inside the thermos you see ashes, cigarette butts, and what looks like mucus. You felt ill at the thought of what else was in that thermos.

You're still warm. You take another layer off and begin to lay down on the concrete.

Maybe they'll find you.

Maybe they'll spare you.

Maybe this is just a bad dream and you're still in your bed. 

Yeah, just a bad dream....

You hope.

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