Chapter One
Where am I? I think as I start to become aware of my surroundings. I see a lot of white. Maybe I am dead! But it is cold. It clicked. Snow? I always liked the cold, but this is colder that I find pleasant. I grew up in Wisconsin. A frozen waste land. At least I was not new to the idea of snow , I was always be shoved in the snow banks at school I guess this is similar. I was one of the weakest girls in school. I all of the times I got beat up after school. Blood covered my face. The pain. I snapped back to reality. Pain! Omg what is happened to me? I look at my broken body. It feels like someone stabed me five times in the side. I feel warm seep from my side. Blood covered the fresh snow. What happened? Maybe I was shot in the side. Well at least I am not cold? I laugh at my own poorly placed joke. The pain over comes me again. I wimpered in agony. I can't remember how I got here or what happened. It is becoming harder to breathe. I am only make out one word. "Help?" Before it all goes black.
Canada's POV
I was asleep when I heard a bang. I jumped out of bed,and got dressed.I ran to America's room. Knowing the bang didn't wake him up, I barge in to his room to see him fast asleep. So peaceful. So I gently shook him awake.
"What the hell do you want? It is 1:00 in the morning." He wined.
"I heard a bang, I am going to see what it was. Can you stay awake and wait for me till I come back?"
"Ok dude, you need to take your gun though. I will wait for you in the living room." He got up and walked into the living room.
I grabbed my coat and waded into the snow. I didn't know what way to go but I started straight out from the house. I wandered with my gun over my shoulder, and with a flashlight in hand. I was about to turn back when I heard a soft wisper. One single word. Help. My flashlight hit a little couple drop of blood. As I moved the beam I saw a pool of blood and a girl. I sprinted to the girls side, and put my head to her heart. She was alive but was losing a lot of blood and fast. I took off my coat and applied pressure to the wound. Something my grandmother taught me. I grabbed her in my arms and ran back to the house. I noticed she had no warm clothes on. Just a blue t-shirt ,jeans ,and teneis. She had long white hair and very pale skin. So small, and so Broken. I was becoming scared. What if I am too late? I look down at the broken girl that is lying in my arms. I looked up in the sky to see a shooting star, and prayed she would make it.