Icy Nightmares by Jessi Kenney (best classic novels txt) 📖

I walked through the icy wilderness in hopes to find a hint of vegetation somewhere in this snowy grassland. My hands were black and blue, suffering from the frigid air. Walking in this Iceland was less than wonderful, and I was left to die right here. Left to rot into the ground by the only hint of family I had left. My only cousin, my own blood dropped me off somewhere that he knew I won’t survive in. He knew I would die, he knew there would be no food; he knew he would basically kill me; murder my existence.
Finding food in ice is like finding one particular needle in a pile of needles just like it. It’s excruciating pain to walk on the ice, fall and get frost bite on every single part of your body that ice touches. While walking, I was seriously contemplating my cousin’s reasons for leaving me out here like this. Why would he want to do this to me? I was nothing but kind to him. So, despite the glacial land, I sat down and huddled up to myself and thought back to three days earlier when he left me here.
The atmosphere was warm and I was swinging on the last tire swing I had ever owned. I remember thinking about how and when I had gotten this tire swing; my father had made it for me on a whim when I asked him too. He always gave me what I wanted; I was a bit of a brat. My mother second guessed my father giving in to my wants, but she too did the same. When I wanted a pony ride, I got a pony ride and when I wanted Kool Aid or a juice box, I got it. Being an only child had its advantages. When I was growing up, I only had one play buddy; and that was my cousin.
Jeremy and I always played together, and we were as thick as thieves. We only had each other because he too was an only child. We would play and play for hours on end until our parents told us that it was time to part. Then we would throw temper tantrums and essentially get to spend the night at one another’s house. But that soon changed after our parents died.
When the incident happened, we grew closer from grief. Always needing each other and wanting a shoulder to cry on when we were all either of us had left. After our heartache had worn off though, that was when we distanced ourselves. No phone calls, no e-mails, no contact. It was like we had fallen off the earth on different ends. But I guessed he moved on with life, because I certainly had. I had a good job and made new friends. I made good money, I got an apartment and I had gotten engaged. Everything was going so good for me, until my cousin picked me up.
I was swinging on my tire swing when Jeremy pulled up in a red Chevy. A smile as big as the moon appeared on my face, because I hadn’t seen him in ages. He smiled as well, but I could tell something was up. Jeremy rolled down one window, the passenger side, and told me to get in. Without thinking twice, I did because he’s my cousin. I didn’t suspect anything.

Publication Date: 04-12-2012

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