It was cold outside. No, scratch that, it was freezing. Where were you? You were lying in the middle of a huge snow drift. Why? Oh that's right, you were dying. Why? Because no one cared. Your parents had died two years ago, and you best -- and only --friend Gilbert had died last February.
Gilbert was the only person who truly understood you, and he was the only person who seemed to not care that you were bisexual. Everyone at your school teased you about it, but Gilbert didn't seem to care. He was just awesome like that.
You lay in the cold snow probably completely blue by now, but isn't that what you wanted? For it all to end. For the pain and ridicule to end. You're slowly starting to slip out of consciousness when you hear a faint call, but within moments everything goes black.
You opened your eyes slowly, but quickly shut them again due to the blinding white light that filled them. "Am I dead?" You whisper. "No, you're not dead." Replies a gentle, female voice. You recognize this
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