Walkin' In A Winter Wonderlan

Walkin' In A Winter Wonderland

Running, Running, Faster Faster.

I struggle to race through the thick blanket of white as fear pounds through my veins. The frosted trees, the grey sky, on a normal night it would of looked magical, but not tonight. Tonight, the atmosphere was filled with horrific, sinister shadows, and frightening thoughts. The way the moonlight shone off the sparkling snow would have bin dazzling to someone who didnt have death on there mind, and not just anyones death, but mine. Every sound made me jump, the woosh of the wind, a chirp of a bird, even a... was that a car? Did i hear a car? I must be near a road! With hope refilling my body i bolt forward to where the sound came from, with nothing but the snow beneath my feet slowing me down.

I am wearing nothing but my pale ripped clothing, the remains of what was left from the "adventure" with me and that... that... creep. I blink a few tears away as memories came flooding into my mind one by one. Staying strong, i force the unwanted flashbacks into a box where i'd never have to see them, into the glorious box of denial. After sealing the thoughts away forever, I stop running, not sure of where i should go. Left, right, straight? One wrong turn and i would never get out. One wrong turn and I'd die of hypothermia before i ever got the chance of surviving. I decide to go straight, but as i take a step, I trip and do a faceplant into the snow. Im so cold, so very very cold. As I consider just laying there to die, I see my breathe pulsing out of my mouth in a cloud of fog, quickly and unevenly. My bodies freezing, my skin is numb, as my eyes close for a few moments. My stubborn, trembling body wont give up, and demands myself to investigate what I tripped over. I groan in protest and push up on my arms and legs. I turn to see what i stumbled over, and let out an ear shattering scream. A hand is sticking out of the protective covering of white that covers most of the body.

Gently, and respectfully I brush off the snow that covers the humans face. I suck a breathe in as I study the features. Perfect nose, light skin, beautiful hazel eyes. She looked fragile, and almost white, like porcelain. The face looks so familiar, yet I can't put a finger on where I've seen it before. I uncover more and my hands immediately go to my own hair, as the colour of the girls own is revealed. No. No, she looks like me. it wasnt me, i survived. Shes another victim, not me. its impossible.... isnt it? Yes.

Shock floods through me as i abruptly get to my feet and back away. A voice inside me says it is wrong to just leave her, a stranger that was once someones daughter alone in a cold, forest, but a louder, more convincing voice assures me, that i cam tell the police when i get home... If I get home.

The girl shook me up, she really did. I feel bad for her, what did she do to deserve that fate, to be forgotten about upon snowflakes, and left to die. What could that sweet, innocent, angelike face of possibley done. It was horrible, tragic. Many different emotions swirl through my body uncontrollably, and the salt water I was trying to fight back before, has conqured and is suddenly streaming down my face in clear, wet rivers. I am so cold. So cold and hungry, I just want to go home. Where is home? What is home? I cant remember what home even means. Does it mean abusive parents, an unsafe place to be where it was unusual for the place to be quiet, happy. Although right now, with frostbite nipping at my frozen flesh i was in no place to complain. That home, wait, No, that house meant warmth, a fire, and promised hot chocolate with marshmellows.

Despite the trouble I knew i was in for being late once i cross that threshold into that house, the thought of seeing warm, human, alive faces again was encouraging, and pushed me towards my goal. The road.

* * *

Im laying on the side of the road, head down on the frozen dirt, singing softly to myself. I hum the tune of "possibilities" as i lay, sprawled out on the snow. My skin is paler then normal, my limbs numb at my sides. Hopes gone from my body, and is replaced with surrender. Its bin hours since i've seen a car, heard a sound. No one else is coming, Im as good as gone. Giving into the darkness i let my eyes close, and drift into a warm, sleep.

* * *

I awake, but refuse to open my eyes. I think im imagining the sound,but no...I hear a car. A car, my eyes slowly open as a blue honda is turning a corner, and there isnt just one car. Theres many. I try to scurry to my feet, but my frozen limbs crack in protest. I scream in pain, and still, none of the cars are stopping. panic fills me... why aren't they stopping!? Shoveling faster i stand up as straight as i can, still, none are stopping. More tears come as decide what i must do. I hurl my body infront of a car and then... and then... nothing. I look around with confusion as the car drives through me.

Eyes widen as i hyperventilate. Oh no, oh god no. Another car drives through, I scream. OH GOD NO!! Falling to my knees i sob into my hands, A sobbed filled with hate as the memories of the girl, who was me, rush through my mind. I recall my last few minutes alive. The grunting, the pain, the man... the knife. I continue to bawl as i look down at my ripped, blood filled clothing, the remains of what i was wearing, and realize... Im dead.