The Girl in Winter
Chapter 1 — The Snow Fell Red
2 Decembre 2013 : 15 years old .
Winter POV :
My parents named me winter cause i was born in a winter cold night so i always loved this season until that night ...
It was one of those nights where the snow didn't look real anymore. It fell heavy against the windows of my room, soft and thick like cotton, making everything outside look like it belonged to someone else's life. My room glowed pink from the chandelier above, and I sat on my vanity chair, brushing my hair. Long, soft strands slipping through my fingers like silk. I could almost pretend it was just a normal winter evening like always .
But I hated how quiet it was. too quiet ...
I leaned forward, staring into the mirror. My icy blue eyes stared back at me, framed by the pale pink of my cheeks, like a porcelain doll someone forgot on a shelf.
That's when I heard it—the noise.
It was loud, sharp, like something had shattered, and for a second I froze. Then came the scream.
I dropped my brush before I even knew I was moving. "Mom? mom !" My voice cracked. "Dad?"
Nothing. Silence.
The cold air of panic rushed into me, making my skin feel too tight. I left my room and hurried down the hallway. My bare feet slapped against the expensive wooden floor, past all the golden-framed paintings and the ridiculous tall vases my mother used to brag about, she even have a collections .
"Mom?" I shouted again. "Dad?!"
No answer.Nothing just silence ...
I checked their room first—empty. Their bed was made, untouched like no one had been in there for hours. Where were the servants? The guards? It felt like someone had wiped away everyone in the house, like erasing pencil lines from a page.
And that's when I noticed it—the garden door, at the very back of the hallway, the one with the glass windows, was wide open.
But it wasn't just open. The glass was shattered everywhere. Tiny sharp pieces glittered across the floor like broken stars. And just beyond the broken door, outside—
Two shapes. Lying in the snow.
My heart stopped. I didn't even think.
I ran to them .
The broken glass cut into my legs, into my feet, but I barely felt it. My pyjama dress stuck to my skin as the freezing air hit me like a slap. The snow swirled around my ankles as I stumbled outside, slipping, falling to my knees—
And that's when I saw them.
"Mom…?" My voice was so small it sounded like someone else's. "Dad?"
They were lying there. Side by side. Their bodies twisted the wrong way, their clothes soaked in something dark that spread across the snow like ink in water. My mother's eyes were half-open. My father's hand was reaching toward nothing.
"No, no, no, no—" I threw myself forward, my hands shaking as I grabbed my mother's shoulders. "Mom, wake up! Please wake up, please—"
Her skin was already too cold. She didn't move. Neither did my father.
It was like something in me cracked wide open.
"HELP!" I screamed into the night. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
But the only answer was the sound of the wind dragging more snow over their bodies, slowly covering them like a blanket. I cried harder. I didn't care about the cold. I didn't care that I was bleeding from my leg. I just wanted my parents to move, to breathe, to come back.
They didn't.
I don't remember how I got back inside. I just remember crawling across the broken glass, leaving red footprints behind me. I found the house phone in the living room, hands shaking so badly I could barely press the numbers.
When the police finally arrived, everything felt blurry. Voices shouting, heavy boots stomping around my house. And then… him.
One of the officers—tall, maybe early twenties, with kind Black eyes—knelt down next to me, his name stitched across his chest: Jack.
I remember the way he looked at me, not like I was a problem, not like I was some orphan out of a sad story. Just… me. A broken girl on a broken night.
He took off his coat and gently wrapped it around my shoulders. I didn't even realize I was shivering.
"I'm sorry," Jack said softly, his voice barely above the wind. "The only good thing is that you're okay. Right now… I need you to come with me. You're going to be alright. I promise."
But I didn't believe him.
and trust me he didn't even believe himself ...