I don't feel like writing a super long A/N, sooo... I'm sure lots of people don't even read these.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.

Frostbite

The rumbles got more frequent and I stayed in Vaughn's arms. Valerie began having this freakish panic attack, running around like her head was cut off and squawking her little beak off.

I eventually crawled out of Vaughn's arms, and began trying to catch Valerie to calm her down. She ran around the coop crazily, and it took me some time. The snow and hail continued to pound madly against the roof, scaring my little chicken even more.

After I had finally caught her, I hugged her close to my chest and stroked her fluffy feathers, calming her down. I sat down against the ground, and Vaughn sat beside me. I had almost forgotten about him until he sat beside me. Then again, it was pretty hard to forget a silver-haired cowboy with purple eyes.

Valerie had calmed down, and had dozed off in my lap. Vaughn and I sat in silence, listening to Valerie's soft, silent breathing.

"Should we try to get to your house?" Vaughn asked, looking at me.

"I don't think so," I said, glancing at the window above him. All I could see was white, and it sounded like someone was pelting the window with rocks.

Vaughn nodded, and rested his head against the wall.
"What are we going to do?" he asked. "We have no food, no water, no warmth..."

I looked around the small coop. There weren't any blankets in sight, the only food was bird feed, and there WAS water, but it was filthy and full of chicken feces.

"I don't know..." I muttered, and rested my head on Vaughn's shoulder. Valerie moved a bit, disturbed in her sleep, but nuzzled deeper into my lap. At least she was warm...

The wind blew harder against the walls of the coop, shaking it violently. I was terrified it might collapse above us, just like Bella's old house... I shuddered, either from the cold or from the horrible memory.

Vaughn wrapped his arm around me, and I closed my eyes. It was getting cold, fast. I shivered again, and moved closer to Vaughn.

Another rumble escaped the sky, and Valerie woke up and began screaming again. I held her tighter until she fell asleep again. We did NOT need a whining chick on our hands.

I gently placed her in her feed box, surrounded by hay and bird feed hoping it would keep her warm. I ran back to Vaughn and snuggled close to him.

After a few minutes, the rumbles got even more frequent, until there was barely a second when the sky was filled with their noise. The snowflakes got thicker and faster, and the hail got bigger and heavier. They flew against the coop like it was noting, trying to get it out of their way.

I closed my eyes and covered my ears, hoping this was just a dream, wanting it to end. But each time I opened my eyes, I was still trapped in my chicken coop in the middle of a terrible blizzard.

It got really cold, and soon I was shivering nonstop. Vaughn began collecting clean pieces of hay and covered us with them, hoping they would keep us warm. They did, but not much. I hid underneath my hay beside Vaughn, staying close to him.

The cold soon became unbearable. Vaughn jumped out of the hay for a second and snatched Valerie so she could hide with us. I was worried she might die of cold, and her extra body heat wouldn't hurt.

We lay there on the coop floor, huddling together with my chicken beneath some hay during a snowstorm. Yep, just your average Tuesday, or whatever day of the week it was.

Ok, it was REALLY stupid of me to go outside without a hat, scarf, or gloves. I had on my winter coat and some boots, but that was it. I had my hood up and my hands were shoved into my pockets.

It had been at least two hours since the blizzard started. It had gone from cold, to freezing, to unbearable.

If you think I'm taking this way too seriously, YOU try being trapped in a chicken coop during a blizzard!

Valerie barely seemed to notice the cold. She slept peacefully in a little nest she had made herself. Vaughn and I were both wide awake, shivering out butts off. The walls were beginning to creak madly, and it sounded like a huge crack had formed on the window and was getting bigger.

I was too scared and cold to crawl out of the hay to check on the coop, so I stayed buried. Vaughn was now busy collecting the dirty hay and putting it on top of the clean hay. Any warmth at this point was greatly appreciated.

When was this storm going to end? It had been going on for at least three hours. Of course the longest storm on the island HAD to happen while I was in a chicken coop!

Suddenly, a huge crash rang out through the coop, and Vaughn immediately began scrambling back under the hay.

"What happened?" I screamed over the storm, which had just gotten extremely louder.

"The window broke," Vaughn called back to me. The hay began to get weighed down and heavier. Oh, no. We were being buried by snow!

The snow began seep through the hay, making it much colder than it was before. This was turning out to be a magnificent day.

Wait... I can't feel my toes. Or my feet. Or my legs! I began panicking as I tried to move my legs.

"What's wrong?" Vaughn asked me, a worried tone in his voice.

"I can't feel my legs," I screamed. "I'm frozen from the waist down!"

I was covered in snow now, which melted on my skin. I was sopping wet, and the water seemed to be freezing again. Great. They're probably going to find my days from now encased in ice!

Another crack pierced the air. This one was louder and longer though. Suddenly, something heavy and big fell down on top of Vaughn and I.

Almost immediately, I blacked out.

Me: Hello, and welcome to Ruins Talk Show! On my last A/N, Chelsea came as our guest and seemed... crazy. Well, she's all better. I honestly don't know what happened.

Chelsea: Hi.

Me: Now, what do you think of the story so far.

Chelsea: I like it a lot, but this chapter just seemed... unreal.

Me: *smiles evilly* It'll all make sense soon...

Chelsea: Uh... Ok... I'm a little freaked out now...

Me: *ahem* Sorry...

Chelsea: It's ok.

Me: Well... Bye! And please review!