Running.
Runnnnnnnnnni
inn
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Hide me.
Wait, no, don't hide me.
I'm out of there.
Am I alive?
I...
...don't know what to do.
My legs give out, and I find myself kneeling on the ground. The cold of the snow beneath my knees slowly becoming all that I feel, all that I know. In a way, it feels comforting, the way that the crisp, cold snow slowly melts with the heat of my body, soaking my clothes. I breathe, and I cough. My body aches, almost as if my insides are giving up. I cough once more, this time my body thrusting forward, splattering the pure, white snow with the stain of my crimson blood. It hurts, but I can't seem to bring myself to tears. Where am I? Does that matter anymore? I'm probably going to freeze to death here. I clasp my hands together, and I feel nothing. No warmth, no pain. Just numbness. This is it, isn't it? I escaped from all that burdened me, and this is the relief I receive in return? What a cruel world we live in. I don't want to die alone here.
I don't want to.
I don't...
I...
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General FictionI've got lots of little ideas, although the majority of them are short stories. Either way, I need a place to keep all of them. This will most likely be the only published work on this account. Most content posted here will be triggering to some ind...
