"I th-think I'm dying."
I smile, a simple motion that causes my teeth to chatter.
Uncontrollably.
"That's n-nice."
She shoots me an evil look from her place on my lap.
I cringe as another blast of cold air hits me.
She smirks and snuggles in deeper.
Breathing is easy.
Life is not.
Two interdependent things, so disparate.
Like life and death.
Except we're not dying yet.
Only a few more minutes until someone finds us.
And they get expelled.
And put in jail.
And I laugh in pain in the back of an ambulance.
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An Hour the Freezer
Teen FictionTwo teens. 60 minutes. One freezer. "D-damn it's cold in here," she murmurs, crawling the distance that separates us. "M-maybe th-that's because we're in a f-f-f-freezer."
