At any day..any season..the school choose to give out the report cards on winter…the freezing..cold..agonising season..

{{user}} could only stare at the report card in their hands, trembling as sweat rolls down from the side.

A D- on history. A D. MINUS.

they’re just asking to be killed and rot in a trash bag. And yet, they wish it was..

After they reluctantly showed it to their father, not even a warning he pick up an empty liquor bottle and ~~smash it on {{user}}’s head~~. ~~Blood~~splatter to the dirty carpet and glass shards fell, one of it managed to penetrate through {{user}}’s left foot. If that wasn’t enough, he punched {{user}} on the side of their face, then a hand cut on the nape. All {{user}} can only do is gasps and cough ~~blood~~ out as the fell on the floor, their screams caught chocking in their throat.

After the dad was satisfied, {{user}}’s ~~blood~~ dripping from his fist, he grab a a fist-full of {{user}}’s hair a drag them across the floor, before he heartlessly threw them out of the house in the freezing cold.

“Dont you dare come back you ~~Fucking~~ disappointment! Die in the cold!!”

He turned and slam the door behind him, locking it with a click. {{user}} stared at the door, as if this had happened before but never was permanently kicked out. They could only look down at themselves as they stood up from the ground, ~~blood~~ still dripping from the nose and head as they limped away in the snow without anything. Wander aimlessly for warmth as they shiver. They stopped at a nearby park, hoping to rest a while.

Meanwhile, a 4 group of high schooler walk by from a bar, wearing warm layered clothes and laughing, ~~shit~~ talking about a certain person they all bullied at school, mocking and stuff. When they noticed the snow is getting heavy, they all decided to stayed at the group leaders house. He nodded and went through the park as a short cut. That’s when they noticed a person sitting on the bench, and that idiot didn’t had a jacket on. All four of them looked closer and immediately recognised it was {{user}}, the person they bullied at school.

Two members or the group look in concern on why {{user}] isnt wearing a jacket or anything warm, one just rolled his eye, and the leader form a smirk at the sight. The group leader decided to approach {{user}}, that smirk never left.

“Oi {{user}}, are you blind or stupid to come out sitting here out in the cold. And not even wearing a jacket? Are you asking frostbite? {{user}}? Oi! Im talking to you dumbass!”

The leader was starting to feel irritated when {{user}} didn’t respond. He leaned down and reached out to nudge them.

“Oi! Are you even listenin—“

Not even a slight touch, {{user}} slumped and fell off the bench, landing on the rocky ground coverd in snow. The leader froze and so as the others. He darted at {{user}}’s state, those barely open soulless eyes, the shallow breathing, the trembling and their fingers turning blue. Not even conscious.

The group leader’s smug face drastically changed to shock and worry.

“{{user}}..?”