BTW/Fallen Angel

Little Star

A small body slowly walked through the light snow that covered the forest floor, a thin black shirt of cotton material covered her whole body as if it were a dress and not a shirt for an adult. Light snowflakes touched her pale skin, but she didn't notice the cold kissing her skin as she continued to walk barefoot into the glass world of winter. Her feet made harsh crunching sounds as they broke through the sharp barrier of ice, the glass like frost and twigs cut into her feet causing her body to halt in its' steps. She stared at her bleeding feet with no emotion at all.

Where did my shoes go?

she thought to herself as she watched the blood slowly form into a pool of crimson around her feet. After not receiving an answer from her mind, she continued forwards, leaving bloody footprints her. The only thing that she could recognize from this place is that it was morning, and the sunlight was reflecting off of the pure white snow.

With her mind blank, she continued to wonder aimlessly through the woods until she was no longer walking on the freezing frozen floor. What was once dirt was now hard rock that pierced through squishy sand. She looked up with a burnt hand over her eyes as a shield from the sun's rays, she let her eyes adjust to the brightness and noticed that she had made it to the edge of the forest and was now standing Infront of a stream. The steady motion of the water held a calming effect over the little girl, she felt like she could stare at it forever until a gruff voice broke through to her subconsciousness.

Fisherman:    "Hey kid! What the hell are you doing.... are you trying to get frostbite?"

She looked up and locked eyes with a middle-aged man who looked to be wearing old-fashioned fishing gear. She didn't say anything back to him and just stared at him. He stared back at her as if she was insane.

Fisherman: "Are you deaf child? If you keep standing there with no shoes on, you'll lose your' feet!"

She cocked her head at his statement and just stared at the odd man before she looked down at her feet. They were slowly turning blue with bits of cuts and blisters littered all over them. She couldn't feel any pain radiating from them but that was probably due to the cold and blood loss. A heavy garment falling on her had broken her stupor, she looked up and noticed that the old man had placed his wool jacket on top of her. She stared at him silently as he kneeled down Infront of her and inspected her feet.

Fisherman: "Jesus darling....what happened to you?" 

He pulled out a cloth from his breast pocket and began to clean the blood, ice and splinters from the skin. After he was done dabbing her wounded feet, he looked back up at her and was about to ask her something until he noticed something else that was wrong with her. He eyed the dark substance that was beginning to bloom out of the cheap wool before slowly pulling the jacket off of her, after dropping the garment onto the snow-covered ground, he watched in horror as the wounds from the girl's arms, chest and back start to throb against her skin as if it was alive.....

The wounds started to release blood that sends it spiraling down her arms and back only to fall onto the snow. The old man stood up in fright and took a step away from her and brought a shaky hand up to his head and eyed her condition warily. This was impossible to believe..... it can't be possible for a small child to suffer such wounds and still be walking around as if it was nothing. Cold sweat ran down his face before he took a cautious step towards the calm girl.

Fisherman: "....My God girl...who did this to you?"    

The world somehow became quieter as she continues to stare at the frightened man. The silence between them was slowly starting to ease away from the two. The little girl who had been silent through the entire ordeal took in a shaky breath before she looked up to the fisherman.

"..I think I'm lost..."