"The Boy" - a short story about suicide

The Boy...
I saw a boy laying there. Alone in the shadows. He had dark black hair that blended in with the darkness around him. His eyes were mislead, blind to what was happening to him. It was very cold wherever this boy was. I could see his breath being blown away from his lungs, like an ice-cold wind being released from its cage. He was shaking in fear. But what was he so afraid of? The boy had his eyes closed. It appeared like he was sleeping, but in a way he seemed so awake. Curiosity persuaded me to watch what happened to him. All I could see was his lonely, sleek, body laying in th…