Out in the Cold

The cold wind blows through his hair and he shivers; bringing his coat closer to his wea body. He hasn't had anything to eat or drink in days, and knows he's going to die. He struggles to stand and falls instantly, rolling down the hill he was sitting on. His head hits the ground painfully; a deafening crack filling the air. Then all is still.
"What...the heck...is this?" my brother snarled, dropping my story in front of me.
"Wh-what!!" I whined. "Don't you like it!?"
"That's a shitty start! Why start a story off with you killing the main character!?" he snapped.
"Hey; it's better than you!" I...

I held up the picture my dad had given me of my older brother. I never knew him because he had been kicked out a few years after I was born; but knew I'd find him.
I was just having difficulty starting my search.
"Yo Erick!" my friend Aleasha called; jogging up to me.
I turned to her and grinned.
"Sup Aleasha."
"Still lookin'?" she asked; looking at the picture.
I nodded lightly and sighed.
"It's gonna take forever...! I don't even know what he looks like NOW!"
"I think..." she started; ripping the picture from me. "...he'll look somewhat like that..."
She pointed at the blonde at Starbucks; drinking...