It is unbearably cold and we are running out of wood. I look over at James "We are running out of wood, do you think we will make it through the night?"

"I have no bloody clue"James said as wind outside pushed its way trough every crevasse in the cottage making a horrible squealing sound.

Several minutes pass, worry is overtaking me. We need to talk, talk about something...anything. "I've never seen a storm like this before in my life."

"That's because its not real." James said with his head turned making him barley audible.

"Sure feels real. Do you think we can die?"

"God Michelle I don't know, do me a favour and SHUT UP!"

"Holy crap James. You know what, fine! Spend what could possibly your last moments being a jerk."

I'm going to go crazy if I don't do something other than sit here. My eyes scanned the room. There has got to be something I didn't think of. That cruel windy whistle sent a cold breath through the room. The cracks I thought. I need to get them filled. But with what there is nothing in this freaking room. I don't think it would even be possible to try to dig out any other area of the cottage. Alright there is always something, just think and look. YES! The base boards, if I can cut them into wedges I can squeeze the pieces into the spaces between the logs. You need something to cut them with you moron. Alright just look at them and think, how can we get this done? As I was staring at the boards my vision blurred past them and through the cracks...dirt. I watched this show when I was a kid, it was about this material that used to be used to build homes. It literary consisted of dirt, straw and water. So I have the dirt. And there is the water from the dishes that I didn't throw out, thank god. Yes the mat. It was one of those natural fiber mats that were in style like 30 years ago. Next best thing to straw if you ask me." I look up as I'm tearing the mat apart, James is furrowing his brow at me.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask intentionally sounding pissed off.

"Well if this is going to be our last night alive I've sure glad I get to spend it in a trashed cottage with a crazy person who is losing her mind."

I can't believe him... "Frig you I'm trying to be proactive."

"By ripping up a carpet? Moron."

Don't say anything just don't say anything...just work, that's the only thing to do that wont make you crazy. 

The carpet is unwound after well, god only knows how long. I can't do it alone. Well I probably could but it sure would be easier with help. "James I need help ripping up the floor boards."

"Why the hell would I help you do that?" He said as he darted his cold ignorant angry eyes in my direction.

"I will tell you as we work," I say not daring to look up. "I just want to get this done"

James stood up for the first time in over 3 hours.

"I can't stand you. You know what I should have never agreed to do this with you. Even if this crap hadn't happened, I'm sure I would have gotten the same enjoyment out of your company."

"THIS WAS YOUR IDEA!" I hear myself scream as tears well up in my eyes.

James eyes squint his voice is once again lowered."Maybe if Aaron had taken you things would have been different"

Even though it was calmer; those word cut more deeply than anything he could have possibly said to me. Full on tears are running uncontrollably down my cheeks.

"Your right" I said with the greatest intention to make my words hurt him as badly. All you do is make things worse.  Aaron would have never been so selfish as to not give a crap about trying to control the system.   But your still standing here and he's the one who paid for it" As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them.  James stood up and headed for the door. 

"What are you doing"  I said desperatly through my sobs.  

"I'm going to find more wood"  The door slammed unbelievably hard with both the forceful anger of James and the wind.

The End

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