For a long time, my ice grew, drawing all the water and moisture it could take and turning it into something else, something long, dark, and icy. And it didn’t stop till it was tired. By then it was nightfall. And no one had made a sound since. I couldn’t die from the cold, if not, I might die in there and no one would know. Nor would anyone care.
In some ways, I wished that I could die. But if I did that, would it mean that she won. I closed my eyes, trying to shut her face from my mind. If I died, Meredith would win. And that was the only reason I was still there. She couldn’t win. Not anymore.
When my flames returned, I warmed my body and melted the ice all over the house. It left everything damp and wet but it was better. I was going to head to my room when my thoughts went to that f
