Looking around this beautiful winter wonderland, the snow and ice twinkling in the moonlight, shimmering as if someone dropped a whole bunch of glitter everywhere and just left it because they thought it was too beautiful to remove.
Feeling so cold, yet warm. So dark but it's like a illuminating fog, walking in this field, it's like I've been here before, but i don't remember when or if I've actually even been here before.
The breeze, The smell, feeling like cold fireworks have gone off in my body, looking at the tree's and going towards the innocent looking pond, Bending and looking down, it's as if it pulls me, like it controls me and my every movement.
Feeling as if I'm being watched i search the pond for any wondering souls or gazing eyes to find none i shutter and shuffle away towards the tree's, the calming evergreen tree's with snow brushed and dusted amongst them, as if every flake of snow was deliberately put there by something or someone.
Finding footprints that are not my own i uneasily follow them into the deeper and darker part of this field that's turning more into a forest or woodsy type area.
With each step i take following the prints the world just seemed to get darker and darker, gloomier and gloomier. Stepping into this dark unknown fills me with this strange nerve pinching head twisting gut wreaking feeling as i come across blood, fresh blood dribbled onto the snow leading a even clearer path to where the person was heading.
Following the crimson red path each few steps making me feel even more sick and tired until i finally see it, The person laying there who left the prints, the blood, I feel a scream roaring and pounding to come out of my throat but nothing comes out, it's like it's been sealed or frozen shut.
The Poor Person Laying there bleeding in the fresh not so white anymore snow is me.
(331 Words Total, Nov 22, 2021)
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