Frozen Darkness

Freezing cold

continuing from they fell asleep hungry in the absence of a fire hoping that in the morning they'll have hopefully a small feast of potatoes

I couldn't sleep. The drowning silence was threatening me. I was staring at the sky when a little girl got up and sat next to me.

"Witam"(Hello) as she spoke i jumped startled not expecting for anyone to be awake at this time. "och, przepraszam, nie chciałem cię przestraszyć" (oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you) she said with a emotionless face. After she saw i didn't say anything she continued "Znalazłem te niemieckie biuletyny i pomyślałem, że dziewczyna na zdjęciu wygląda jak ty, jeśli zakryjesz oczy. Nie mam z tego żadnego pożytku, ale może Ci się przydać w przyszłości" (I found this German bulletin and thought the girl in the photo looked like you if you covered your eyes. I have no use for this, but it may be useful to you in the future). I thanked her with a slight smile as she gave me the document

"och, a tak przy okazji. nie ufaj nikomu tutaj. Gdyby mieli szansę wymienić cię na wolność, zrobiliby to" (oh, by the way. don't trust anyone here. If they had the chance to trade you for your freedom, they would). After she said that she left quietly as the silence reassured it's presence.

I gazed at the stars wondering if Leonard was safe. He needed to be. I couldn't loose my only family and my best friend. I sighted as clouds covered the sky hiding the moonlight in the great unknown. What was i meant to do? I didn't know anything nor had a father to teach about surviving. I didn't know what I was doing but the only thing I knew was that I wanted to be free. I wondered if my parents looked at me while dancing in the freezing cold sky. I wondered if they knew what i was going through. I was already loosing my mind. My eyelids shut close as fatigue took over my body.

. . . .

The soft sunlight woke me up as a slight rotten smell infected the air. I opened my eyes as I saw a few blurry figures tossing potatoes around. As not all of them were polish I asked: "Was ist mit dem Geruch?" (What's with the smell?). A woman looked at me with tiredness in her eyes. "Das Einzige, was wir haben, sind diese faulen Kartoffeln. Wenn du verhungern willst, dann tu es, aber ich glaube nicht, dass es besser ist als eine Lebensmittelvergiftung" (The only thing we have are these rotten potatoes. If you want to starve then do it, but I don't think it's better than food poisoning)

The truth was that I was starving. I went to the pile of raw potatoes and took one out -that seemed slightly not so mouldy as the others-. Since we couldn't afford to be betrayed by the thick smoke of a fire, I took a bite out of the dirt covered potato. It took a few seconds but then a bitter taste covered the top of my mouth. I wanted to throw up but this was the only thing I've eaten in the last two days. I sighted as i finished my flavourful potato.

After everyone finished eating, they got up and stretched their muscles. This was going to be a long day. I got up and started walking as a deep pain boiled through my veins. The wounds from earlier opened again against the effort to close them up. A few members saw my expression as i stood trembling to not fall back down. One of them, a young looking man, walked to the leader who checked everything up, to not leave anyone behind. He walked behind her planning to get her attention when he saw what was in front of her. He took a few steps back in a shocked manner.

A fragile body of a young girl laid breathless on the cold ground. Her face was pale as the snow as her eyes were not even open. Besides her stood her mother crying in agony. "NIE! moja piękna dziewczyna! (NO! My beautiful girl!) she sobbed as tears run down her face. She held her hand as the odd sight send chills down my spine. I was sorry for her, I really was. Though the odd sight of a dead person terrified me. I didn't know that a person could look so soulless -I saw a body in the past of a teacher, but the blood still ran through her veins so she didn't look so bad-. Her eyes were dozing in the distance with foam formed at the base of the mouth. I looked away as quickly as I could move my eyes off her. Last night she looked so lively. The mother spoke again "Zostanę z nią. Chcę ją pochować obok miejsca, w którym sam pochowam. Powodzenia w odnalezieniu wolności" (I'll stay with her. I want to bury her next to where I will bury myself. Good luck in finding your freedom) she said stuttering at the last part.

"możesz też zabrać mojego konia. Już tego nie potrzebuję" (you can also take my horse. I don't need it anymore).

She turned her gaze towards me, shifting her glare at my bleeding foot. "daj jej konia. nie mogę prawidłowo chodzić" (give her the horse. She can't walk properly) she added, grieving for her lost daughter.

. . . .

The wind was battling the snow as little cold fragments fell to the ground. I was riding a beautiful black racehorse stallion. What a beauty. He used to compete winning almost every race he entered. He was called 'strzałka północy' (midnight arrow). I remember seeing him on the newspaper as i was younger. He was entitled 'Strzała północy - nieosiągalny mistrz Polski' (midnight arrow - the unattainable Polish champion). He was a legend. A Polish legend. And I was now the one to ride him.

New chapter! I wanted to make this dramatic and include horses since i love them with all my heart. I might add something nice in the next chapter! (Also i might do it today). Word count: 1038.
See you in the next chapter!