Warm/COLD Hearted

• Jenna Shirt, Grade 12
• Short Story
• 2007

So there she lies, huddled up infront of the heater, wondering if every shiver could be her last. She feels nothing. Nothing but the wrenching emptiness in her stomach. But yet she knows that this inevitable emptiness only reflects the monotomous thoughts scattered throughout the entrapment of her mind.
She continues to lie there, praying that some God-sent angel will come to lift the fog that has clouded her judgement for too long. But nothing happens. No-one is coming to save her. She isn't worth saving.
Another second passes. She feels warmth for a split second. At least she THOUGHT she could feel warmth. Perhaps just a memory of a time when she felt LOVED. She still feels his heart pounding in sync with hers. As her memories of her blissful happiness come flooding back, a tear falls from her eye, warming her icy cheek as it trickles down her glazed face.