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Warnings: I didn't put anything gory or bloody here, but if you'd like me to bump up the rating please say so in the comments, thanks :)
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1. The small boy clutched his stuffed lothcat to his chest as his back slide against the wall. He collapsed onto his knees, the tile floor hard against his legs. Ezra curled himself into a ball, his trembling fingers holding the stuffed toy even closer. His stomach twinged a little, the absence of food making itself known.
He hadn't eaten the since they had come and taken his parents away.
The walls of the kitchen loomed in front of him. The room that had often been the most lively felt like a desert now. The arched window had white moonlight shining through it. (Not as white as the monsters who had burst through the house.)
On another night, he would of eagerly asked his mother to tell him the story about it. "Mom tell me about the lady of the moon!" He'd say, tugging at her dress. They'd sit at the table, him insisting that he was big enough to sit on an adult chair. Mira would put him on her lap anyways.
She was always the best storyteller, her voice changing with each character. Blue eyes would go wide as an owl's, or narrow as a lothwolf's. Ezra's cheerful laughter would fill the kitchen.
Sometimes his father would join in, his face getting more weary as the days went by, but still fond.
He'd sit next to Mira, placing his son on his lap and adding into the story. Warmth would flood into the room as Epirham made caf on the stove, preparing for the long night of broadcasting ahead.
The broadcasting that had led to their arrest.
They'll come back, Ezra though as he picked himself off the floor and stumbled into his room. The exhaustion finally overtaking him as he crawled into bed. They promised! They have to come back! (Loud voices, angry shouts, tears in his parents eyes, shining in the darkness. "We'll come back Ezra," his father, voice trembling for the first time,"We promise we won't leave you.")
But the ache of grief was starting to take hold in his small chest. His mother's hands weren't there to stroke his inky black hair. Her warm lips missing from his forehead. His father's deep voice wasn't there to say goodnight, weren't there to pull the covers up to his chin. Ezra could feel a sob welling in his throat but he shoved it aside And pulled the covers closer.
He couldn't do anything to push aside the freezing absence of his parents, the cold feeling of dread, and the knot of frigid fear that they wouldn't keep their promise.
Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter of "I feel cold." I'm sorry that its so short! Please tell me what you think in the Reviews! I have ideas for 2, 3, 4, Should I continue? If I got anything wrong please tell me, thanks!
