Chapter Twelve

KYLE'S P.O.V.

I sought out the coldness as I pressed myself further into the cool wall, my mum's voice bounced in the otherwise silent room as she called out for me, questioning my awakeness. I held my breath in, but otherwise, did nothing to wipe away the tears or change the foul-smelling shirt to rid of the memories. The wall was cold, the floor too. The breeze from the window 'refreshing' as it passed the streaks on my face. Hell; my heart was stone cold, but everything else was ablaze. Sadness radiated off me as heat pulsed under my skin.