So this is a new story. Please review and shit like that or whatever. Enjoy this short prologue c:
"Mom, what is daddy doing? Can you make him stop?"
It was a bitter November night and six-year old Cold was hiding behind her mother's leg as her father trashed the house. Her older siblings, thirteen-year old Jett and ten-year old Hollow were watching from the staircase, frightened.
"I'm afraid I can't, sweetie," her mother replied.
Things could only get worse from there. The drunk father looked at all three of his children in the eye, pulled a gun out of his pocket, and blasted himself in the head. Cold screamed, tears rushing down her face as the body of the man she loved most fell to the ground. Hollow clasped her hands over her mouth, silent, and Jett shut his eyes tight, only able to utter a small choking noise.
"Why? Why would he do that? Is he dead? Daddy, wake up! Please! I'll read you my favorite book to help you feel better, I promise." Cold choked on her words.
Jett walked over and picked Cold up, hugging her tightly, holding her close. He vowed that he would never let her go.
"I love you, Cold. Please, never change. You are the best little sister anyone could ask for. It's my job to love you, now that... now that dad is gone. Please."
Cold nodded, her sobs ebbing. She held onto her older brother as tightly as he held on to her. "You're the best, Jett."
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