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Johnny C. looked up from the comic he was drawing and looked out the window in front of the small desk he sat at. The only window in the house that hadn't boarded up.
Large, cold snowflakes blew by his window, and the howling of the December wind rattling in his ears.
Lonely.
He was so lonely.
Christmas was coming, and he was going to be all alone again. He never had anyone to celebrate with. He'd been alone for Christmas for as long as he could remember. He got up from his desk and stood in the center of the room. He stared at the bloodstains on the floor. He'd been alone for Christmas since his parents had died. Christmas had always been a hard time for Nny; it was the day his parents had died. His bloody, unwanted Christmas present. He could feel cold tears.
He refused to let the tears break loose. He had to forget his parents. It had been too long. He needed to numb himself. Usually he could be numb..but not at this time of year.
"I feel your pain, Nny," Came the voice of one of the doughboys. Nny wasn't sure which one was which anymore. They had come to sound so alike.
"I have no pain," Nny lied through his teeth, keeping his back to the evil Styrofoam demons.
"You are lonely. I can fix it. Kill yourself. No one loves you. No one cares about you. There is no reason to stay alive," the sneering voice said.
"Shut up! Death isn't the release I want!" Nny screamed.
Nny grabbed his black trench coat and left the house. He looked around at the snowy surroundings and smiled a bit. He loved the winter. So cold, so lifeless, so pale. So uncaring, freezing innocent souls with nowhere to go. So bleak and hopeless, leaving most yearning for the release of spring. But not Nny. He loved the winter. He loved the despair of it all, and the way most people couldn't grasp the simple beauty of a tiny snowflake.
He walked on, thinking how good a freezy would taste..or a fizz-wizz. He could really use a fizz-wizz. As he walked on, he suddenly stopped and looked up, seeing the apartment building in front of him. Devi lived there. He'd seen her enter it a great many times. He looked up at one of the windows that he knew was hers, yearning.
He heard the front door of the apartment open, and saw someone exit, still pulling on a coat. She looked at him when she noticed him.
"Get out of here, Nny," Devi snapped as she passed. He looked at the ground, the sidewalk on which the snow had been packed tight and flat by feet, and its soft whiteness turned to a dull off-whitey brown.
He sighed sadly and watched her head off to the left, and then he started for home, not intending to get anything from 24/7 any longer. He stopped every now and then in his journey to marvel at the snow, falling icy and moonflower white around his ears. He miserably trudged on, reaching his home and leaping into the car in the driveway. She turned the keys and drove off.
Soon he reached the little cliff where he often stopped to ponder. He got out of the car, despite how cold it was, and sat on the hood, staring down at the snow swirling over the land below him. The little twinkling lights were still visible though the drifting snowflakes. He hugged himself, shivering, and kept staring down on the town, remembering times before and thinking histrionic thoughts.