I didn't know what to say?

Did I really expect that someone would stay for me?

I'm worthless, no one would care if I died.

No one.

I looked at the picture frames in my hand, my fingers lightly grazing over the glass. The smiling faces piercing my heart everytime my eyes arrive at it.

She warned me, don't go there.

But I am already there.

And she is not here to guide me, she left me like everyone else.

The cold, it's creeping within and I can't stop it.

The frost is getting to me and I can't run away. It covered the floor, the ceiling, the mirror, everything. It's crawling on the walls to reach me, I shivered from the cold and turned around to run but I couldn't. I was cornered.

The frost started to writhe on my body getting me in it's grasp. I struggled to keep it away but I was powerless. A blinding light shone brightly in front of me deriving of my senses.

And the next thing I knew was standing on the edge of a building, people gathered around to stop me.

But stop me from doing what?

Why do they care?

They never did, so why now? Why now?

Everyone is selfish, everyone