She didn't stop falling. Not when her body slipped over the edge of the cliff and the cold air lashed her face. Not when she bumped into the glaciers at the edge of the mountain. Not when her head bashed against the branches of a tall pine. She fell. And fell. And fell, down. Down. And down.
Till she was sailing through the snow as if her fall would never end. Her turtle neck was ripped in the middle by the glaciers, exposing her bare skin to the cold. Isla's eyes closed. When she opened them again, she was still falling.
Her head hit a stick jutting out of the mountain and she grabbed it.
"Please, don't give away. Please," she begged.
Her veins were visible through her skin that was lacerated with bruises.
"Please!" She shouted with the last ounce of strength in her body.
Wind was howling, carrying bits of snow through the air. Her lungs felt dry.
Then the stick cracked a bit. There was no one in sight.
"No! Please!" she cried till she was sure every tree in the forest heard her cries.
"Somebody help," she rasped, holding on to the tiny tip of the stick left to her.
Isla felt something warm drop on the back of her palm. She darted her gaze to it, and struggled to lick the tear away before it froze on her skin. Just then, the stick gave away under her weight. When she finally hit the ground, there was no thud because of the impact.
And her body was sinking into five feet of snow. Quietly. Nobody heard. Nobody saw. Nobody ran to help her out of the cold. She was buried under the heap and her eyes closed one last time. Snow filled her nostrils, bringing a rush of cold into her lungs.
Her blood seeped through the sheet of ice.
Above, Peter squinted down at the patch of red in the snow, marking where her body lay. He whisked his knife out of his pocket.
"Great. Now I can cut off her head and throw it into the furnace at home. Or, should I leave her to the animals?" He thought.
"She has to die." He confirmed, and started descending the mountain.
He held his knife at an angle, ready to snuff life out of her being. Then a wolf howled in the distance. It's howl was picked up by several others of the pack. Before Peter could say, "Yee haw", the whole pack appeared. They advanced towards Isla's body as one, baring their teeth.
He grinned as they sniffed her body, nudging her skin with their noses.
"That's right. Kill her. Eat her up. Don't let her live. That's what you get in return for choosing your best friend over me," he boasted.
While she was left at the mercy of wild animals who knew no mercy, her best friend was trapped up in the hospital. He couldn't help her. She. Was. Going. To. Die.
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Make You Love
Teen FictionWhat started as a tiny crush on each other in middle school grows into a larger infatuation as they make it through Bright Wood High together. For Craig, it's easy to confess his feelings to his best friend, Isla. But how does he feel knowing that s...
