I don't own it, kay?
I woke up, feeling nothing but pain and coldness. It engulfed me completely. Absolutely. I shivered; glad to have Tim lying right next to me. For now, he was the only source of warmth I had. I shivered, thinking about the night before. This small movement woke Tim, and he sat up, a hiss coming through his lips.
"It's so c-cold, J-Jim. Why is it s-so cold?" His stuttering was still there, and I suspected mine was, too. I lifted my head carefully and looked around, ignoring the pain that pounded against my skull.
"I t-think we're in a r-refrigera-ator." My teeth chattered when I said that and I subconsciously ran my hands over my arms, momentarily forgetting the many cuts and scratches that had been embedded there the previous evening.
Tim saw me trying to warm myself up and drew me close to him in a furious embrace. We sat there, shivering on the floor of Rival's refrigerator, knowing that hypothermia, if we hadn't already gotten it, was on its way. There was complete silence except for when one of us would go into a mighty coughing fit that stung of lungs and burned our throat. We didn't talk. We didn't move. We were totally and completely exhausted. We were vulnerable.
And we both knew it.
Suddenly, a voice filled the room, breaking into out thoughts. "How sweet. Look guys, two little boys freezing to death in our very own refrigerator." There were voices in the background, laughing at our expense. I could feel Tim shaking from anger and hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid.
"I think a day or two of sitting in there should do it." Rival's voice was sickeningly sweet.
"What d-do you want w-with us, R-Rival?"
That was the stupid part. I looked up at Tim and saw his eyes smoldering. His chin stuck out in an act of defiance, but he was still shaking.
More laughter. "You must be more dim-witted then I thought. Don't you know that the secrets of the unknown are often much worse then reality?" With this, the voice disappeared, leaving us in silence.
I turned on Tim, ready to admonish him for his outburst. One look at his face, though, and I was nearly in tears.
Tim looked as if he had been defeated. Never before had I ever seen my brother like this, and it scared me. "Don't w-worry. Kim and R-Ron will c-come. I bet t-their on their w-way r-right now."
He didn't say anything, just rubbed his hands together. I pressed my body harder against his, hoping to warm him up. To warm us both up. I was thinking about one thing that Rival said, and realized he was right.
Because we were just kids. Two twelve-year-old kids who were in way over their heads in a situation they couldn't control.
Kids weren't supposed to worry about this kind of stuff.
Kids weren't supposed to be left to freeze to death.
So...yeah, review.