About an hour later I was walking down a street. I pulled my jacket closer trying to stay warm, it didn't work. I sigh and keep going. I see a store up ahead that was selling TV's, I walked up to it and see the news was on. I stopped and watched for a few minutes, I didn't hear anything and saw the man about to close, turning off the lights and looking around. Then, I saw something I wish I have never saw.
Across the screen was "Airplane crashes on way to England" I froze and sure enough it said "Flight 909" I felt my heart stop. I gulped and kept watching. Then, I broke down in tears when it said "No survivors we're found." I ran down the street, I should have stopped her but I didn't. Dawn is dead because of me! I kicked a trash can, making a loud bang and I could see people out there windows, looking at me.
I held my head, panicking. How come every thing I do go wrong?! I breathe heavy as the tears go down the face, right now it was the only thing that kept me warm when really inside I was cold and lost. It was my fault that Dawn was dead, it was my fault my family hates me, it's my fault for Trent's death also, it's my fault I didn't have a place to stay because of Lindsay. It's always my fault!
I then looked up in a window, someone was watching the same channel. I kept my head down and looked around, there was no place for me to stay. I walked down an alley and then turned the corner, sitting along the side of the building. I held my head then ran my fingers through my hair, or what's left of it.
"It's my fault." I said out loud, my voice raspy from hardly using it and from crying. Tears streamed down my face and I fell asleep there.
The next day I woke up, I felt so sick. I heard birds chirping and I looked around confused. Half of the snow has went away and some of the dead or dried grass was coming out.
"Must be the first day of spring." I said to myself and stood up. I needed something to eat and drink, but I had no money. There was no way I was going through a trash can unless I found something that wasn't opened or molded. I wiped my nose and coughed, I was getting sick from the cold weather, how fast it's changing and now allergies. I wiped my nose again and wipe my eyes. I looked around even though my vision was half blurry and began to walk, or stumble really.
My legs and everything felt so numb, I was walking like I was drunk and some people just stared at me which I didn't blame them. Then my red, puffy eyes made me look like I was on drugs. I wouldn't hold back if an officer arrested me right now. I sat down on the bench and went through my bag. My water was still good but my food wasn't, I then found my gun and just looked at it.
I began to get ideas but I shook them away. It was for protection or hunting only. Maybe.