Red Right Hand

[seattle_patient]

It's cold in here. I'm really cold. I pull the blanket up tighter around one shoulder, but I can't move the other one because Slash is holding onto my hand. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my parents were still around.

They probably wouldn't let us be together.

It's a good thing they're gone.

I close my eyes again, but somebody is knocking on my door and I groan softly, opening my eyes. "What?"