A Gift To You

The cold is hot |Kemi

Here,where ever here is,feels like ice coating her skin. There's no snow,no wind not even a breeze yet her teeth are starting to clatter together. For once she buttons up her white blouse and looks around.

The forest is gray.

It's a gray maze of fog and incoming storm clouds.

She wished she had her ice chest with her. If she was going to die alone she'd rather die drunk. Of course there are no such luxuryroses.

Here in the gray forest, something romes.

Demi held her arms to her chest. Where did she go from here? Back to the manor? The path was already gone. The fog had take it,taken her and her ice bucket.

There's a feeling of something cold and wet melting on her skin. It's starting to snow,it never snowed here,not once. She terrified but tries to press on,maybe by the grace of God,she'll find her way back.

It's unlikely.

There's a snap of a tree branch and she tries not to scream. Screaming will just bring it closer, she has to be quiet. She'd already made too much noise,catching It's attention. She'd lost it once before but now it knew where she was and it was taking its sweet time. She glanced at her hand,noticing how pink the skin had gotten and shoves them under her arms,it dosent help but she'll pretend like it does.

Here in the forest,she doesn't feel comfortable like her very being isn't wanted here. She feels sick and ill but she can't leave either. She dosent know how.

She looked to her left and grabbed a stick. The clearing she was in left no room for it to appear unnoticed. The creature that brought the burning cold with it wouldn't get her! It wouldn't take her life! Not if she had anything to say about it.

The snow starts to pick up as flakes fall onto her eye lashes.

She's forced to wipe them away but every blink brings it closer. Her heart rate increases,the warm air rushing from her mouth and clashes with the cool air creates more fog and suddenly she's blind.

Dropping her weapon demi furiously rips at her face. Oh,the snow had glued her eyes closed, it was getting harder to see and her skin felt so brittle. It felt horrible. Like a rusted bike or harden plastic it was hard to move her body.

The snowflakes pierced her skin,turning the once smooth skin into blisters.

It hurts to hold the sick now. But she refuses to let go. Demi knows it's close she knows it's there! Waiting for her to lower her guard! She won't let it take her. Her joints are in pain as well but it's nothing compared to the fear envolping her mind.

The sheer terror of what's lurking,just past the clearing forces her to tighten her grip! A blister on her finger tip pop and it's fluids drip down the stick. She tears up in pain,the drops freezing in place to her bubbled skin.

The snow feels heavy on her head now and she tries to shake it off. Her joints are starting to freeze now too.

She starts to cough and in a moment of sudden weakness,drops her weapon. She leaned down to grab it,ever so slowly and saw that her fingers had turned black. The tips were turning black.

It's behind her now.

She can feel it's breathing. Each breath feels like a cheese grator running up and down her black skin, up and down her torn muscles wearing away at nerves and blood vessles till it chips away at her bones.

"I dont like the way my skin feels on my body"

Warm tears turn to ice as her brains puts two and two together.

That's his voice.

"Do you like the way your skin feels on your body?"

It's his voice but not quite, it's so close to being perfect but its not.

She let's out choked gasp.

"You dont?"

She can't speak

"Why don't you pull it off?"

His voice asks when 'genuine' confusion.

"Pull off your skin"

She can feel its body lean down and speak right into her ear.

"I bet it will feel good"