I am coming. The gods cry tears of white snow, they ravage the land with howling winds of death. It is here that I die, it is now that I die. I can't bear living anymore... I recieved a call the this morning. It was my step-father. Me and him have never really gotten along until the past couple of years, but even then there was still walls between us. I was surprised to get a call from him, my mother usually calls if he needs anything from me. He was crying. He never cries... hes a short mean little bastard... he never, ever cries. I will never, ever forget what he said to me this morning. Ever. "You're mother's dead." I stood there for what seemed a very long time in silence. I began to tremble, to feel weak. I could feel a lump growing in my throat. The weather around here in Washington has been horribly cold, icy, snowy and very windy since friday. She had to go to the store for some milk, I think he said... i don't remember much of what he said... he was just talking and i was dying inside... She drover her car to the store... hitting a patch of black ice and skidding acorss the road infront of an 18-wheeler. Goodbye.