He regrets living. He regrets being the only one to have made it out alive, and he rejects mostly calling to God for a miracle when the snow hit him hard. Clear as the sky he remembers seeing the sun so bright he shut his eyes, and limbs so cold and numb, he felt like nothing. But he mostly remembers regret, and the feeling of wanting to die. Basil is a lucky one, that’s what everyone always says. He survived being hit by a car when he was five, he survived eating an entire tube of toothpaste when his sister was just a little girl, and Basil survived being crushed by an avalanche. Now there was a consequence to each of his faults; a weak stomach, an irrational fear of crossing the street, and a left leg that was so frost bitten that it now, replaced as it was, serves more as just a dead weight as he trudges home…show more content… He knew well that he wouldn’t be able to eat all that was piled on his plate, he actually doubted the he would be able to eat anything on his plate because of the fact that he really wasn’t all that hungry. Picking up a fork he forced a bite into his mouth, Basil didn’t want to see the minor look of disappointment that would cross his aunt’s face if he were to push away the plate. He didn’t like the feeling of possibly disappointing his aunt when she had done so much for him already, so, he ate. “You better leave now if you want to reach school before the tardy bell.” Nick said, meeting the eyes of Basil with a knowing nod. Nick’s eyes glanced down at his own plate, piled with just as much food, and the two shared a look. Basil thanked his uncle inside his mind multiple times for the reason he had given him to leave, and even Teresa came by and swiped his plate away, he might not be the best uncle in town, but he knew when Teresa had pushed the average serving
