Reduced to lying on her bed, wallowing in her own self pity, that was rich. The old man had forgotten her, written her off. Not even the most intricate of messages would warrant a response from him, hell she could send the old ass a suicide note and he would ignore it. He didn't care, he never fucking cared.

Slowly, the girl's hand began to cover her face as fresh wave of sobs broke through. She was just so angry, so hurt. He had time for his ditzy bimbo girlfriend, yet he couldn't give two shits about his own flesh and blood? Una bit back another sob, her right hand clutching at her phone, begging, even now that it would ring and show her a message from her father. It would never come; years ago this would have been cause for an easily forgotten tantrum on her part. Now, now the hurt ran deeper. Her 18 year old mind understood that she wasn't wanted, not now and not ever.

Tears kept coming, there was no stopping them. Screams tore from her throat, but they were quiet, Una threw her phone across the room, watching as it crumbled into itty bitty pieces on the floor. Wiping away her tears, the teenager got up and grabbed for her jacket, she needed a walk, at least to clear her head. The cold would do her good.

Una's socked feet made very little noise on the stairs. Her mother didn't even stir, just kept right on sleeping. Snagging her boots from the shoe rack at the front door, she pulled them on. Once the lower portion of her face and her ears were wrapped securely in a scarf, Una pulled the door open and stepped out onto the stoop, the temperature must have dropped 10 degrees at least, understandable, it was one in the morning.

Hands shoved deep in her pockets, Una trekked through the drifts on the sidewalk, leaving her apartment behind. As she walked, large snowflakes caught and melted in her hair, sending chills down from her head to her toes.

She'd go to her favorite spot, a small clump of trees in the park. Una called it the forest. When she was a kid she thought it held magical creatures and she would go questing, playing Red Crosse Knight (the knight from the story of which her name came from).

Head down against the ice, Una made her way to the park. Soon she was hopping the low iron fence and breaking into the safety of her forest. Despite that, Una kept walking, letting her feet carry her until she reached a small stream that ran through the forest which wasn't chuckling, it was frozen solid. Leaving everything muted, almost eerie, even with the satisfying crunch of snow underfoot.

Seeing a rock, Una picked it up, studying the jagged edges. Making her way towards the trunk of an old pine, she began to hack at its bark, carving out a crude picture of her father. Tossing the stone aside, she took a step back and admired her handy work.

Turning away, she walked a few feet. Scooping up a decent handful of snow, she packed it into her hand to form a solid ball of ice. Her fingers dug into the snowball, wheeling around she hurled it at the tree, watching as it exploded against the bark hitting home on her father's face.

Lips forming into a pained satisfied smile, she repeated the process. Adding rocks into the snow mix, which caused the bark of the tree to chip with every hit. With every throw, Una hissed all the shit her father had done, or had not done. "Leaving us for that whore."

Receding hacked looking hairline was smashed. "Taking mum's offer to only pay half child's support so you fly to see me, you never fucking did that."

The bark chipped, taking away one eye. "Not coming for the 4th grade play."

The other eye went. "Lying to me about Mum cheating on you."

The mouth was obliterated. "Never keeping your promises."

Next to go was the nose. "Missing my middle school graduation."

"Saying you can't make my high school graduation."

She packed the next snowball extra hard, taking careful aim. When it hit, most of the face was practically smeared from the trunk. "For ignoring me, my whole life!"

Clutching at her hair, Una dropped into a sitting position on the snow. Was this how it was going to be for the rest of her life, was she always going be bitter? God forbid, she'd die early with this much stress plaguing her mind. The tears were coming again, only this time they ran cold on her cheeks. Taking a few deep breaths, Una fell into the snow, letting her arms wave in the drifts around her body, creating what she felt might be the perfect snow angel.

Una wasn't sure how long she had been lying there, she only knew that it had started snowing again and her toes were starting to scream at her to get some blood pumping. With a sigh, she sat up, doing so carefully so that her snow angel wouldn't be erased "Hot chocolate."

The words passed her lips at a mumble and the sudden desire for something warm and sweet became overpowering. There was a 7-11 up the street, they were always open. Slowly, Una got to her feet giving the angel in the drifts a wide birth as she balanced herself awkwardly into a crab walk position.

Clearing the angel, she got up. Looking over her little masterpiece, the teenager smiled. Perfection, made her wonder why there wasn't an Olympic sport for snow angel making. Adopting an announcer's dramatic voice, Una raised a fist to the night sky and cried "And there is our hero, Una Robson, the world renowned snow angel maker of the century! The crowd is going insane, listen to them roar."

Putting her hands to her mouth, Una spun around letting her voice ring through the trees, in an attempt to imitate a crowd gone wild. Something else seemed to cling to the raging quiet of the faux crowd of fans. For a moment, Una felt as if someone was watching her antics, and she swore that she caught the sound of laughter, which resounded off the snow flocked trees. But, just as quick as it had come, it was gone and everything was silence.

This wasn't unusual for her, Una had heard voices before. She knew that any other person would be terrified at the prospect of being diagnosed as a freaker. Yet, sometimes in the few words she heard, Una found a strange sense of comfort. As if the ones who owned the voices were protectorates of some sort. She couldn't explain, even to herself. At times like these, she merely put off the voices and went on with her life.

Shrugging off the oddness of the moment, a small smiled graced her lips as she kneeled down, using her finger to sign her initials in the snow. "Always sign your work" that's was Ms. Glover would say. Bless that smashed art teacher. Sitting up, she shoved her hands into her pockets and turned her back on the trees, heading back into civilization.

Vaulting the low fence again, Una made the trek to the 24 hour store. She had a while before her mom would be getting up for work. Smirking, she thanked her lucky stars that she had experienced her emotional meltdown during winter break, had it been school she would have been unable to function in class with only a few meager hours' worth of sleep.

Reaching the store, Una was greeted with the signature 7-11 neon light sign. The doors flew open, and she was greeted with a short blast of warmth. The man behind the register looked up from his magazine, giving her a withering look. Matching the look with her own glare, Una walked to the back of the store and filled a to-go cup with over sweetened hot chocolate. Taking a sip, she walked over to the register, pointing out a chocolate cream filled donut in the display case. Putting the cup down, Una dug in her pockets, retrieving some wadded up one dollar bills and a handful of pennies. The cashier snarled his distaste as she began to count the copper coins out.

After one particularly loud snarl, Una stopped and glared at the man. "Monies money pal, stop bitching will ya!"

Again, there was that laughter. Hearing it again, Una found she couldn't place it. This voice was new to her. Standing stock still, she looked around the store trying to find the source, but there was nothing to see. "Will you hurry up kid, I got shit ta do!"

Jumping, Una returned to counting. Pushing the money toward the cashier, she snatched her purchase, only catching a jab from the cashier. "Lil bitch."

Spinning, she spat on the floor, earning a cry of disgust, giving the jerk of an old man a smirk. She returned the favor, "Ass hat."

Before he could let out another slew of curses, Una was gone. Taking a sip of the boiling chocolate, she made for the sidewalk. Her fingers digging into the paper bag which held her donut. Halfway home, Una came upon a snow covered bench. Brushing off the drifts, she threw herself down, intending to finish off her treats before she got home.