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snowfall - reprise (p2)

alas, the snow.

lifeless, of course, but always welcoming.

was I alone?

really, I was. nothing, no one was around.

not the creatures.

not the trees.

just whiteness. it was beautiful, in a way - the purity of it.

the footsteps.

pitter, patter, pitter, patter...

of course.

I awoke in my bed - my prison - before I brushed my hair back with my hands.

I sat up and looked around. Is it time to eat?

A plate with some peas and mashed potatoes was on the floor, next to a glass of water.

Ehh, not too bad, I guess. It's edible.

I picked up the fork and began to eat. It was stale, but I couldn't care less.

Grabbing the pills, I began to open the bottle, when suddenly an alarm sounded.

What was that alarm, again...? It sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place it.

The door flew open and an armed man came in with a wheelchair, panicked.

"Hey, you, get on. Hurry."

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. Who was this guy to tell me what to do? I didn't know him.

I didn't move, and he shot the gun at the padded floor.

I flinched, but it didn't faze me otherwise. I had wanted to die before, and I've been living in this place with no purpose. Dying would be great.

The man sighed and ran over to me, lifting me. I didn't fight. I didn't care what happened to me anymore. I still wanted to keep the pills, though.

When he strapped me into the wheelchair, I could smell something burning faintly.

Am I going to die again? Is this real?

Whatever, I thought. At least it's something different, for a change.

Am I okay?

Shattered pieces of glass were everywhere. There were some on my shirt, on my legs... The pain was sharp and pinpointed on small spots around my legs.

I couldn't help but reminisce the snow.

Should I be craving it? ...I wonder.

The man left me here. I can barely turn my head. My body feels numb.

I can't hear out of one of my ears.

...

Is death real?

I drag my body. My weak, limp body.

I drag it toward the road.

Sitting up, I wave, shivering. My teeth chatter.

I have nothing on but a t-shirt and shorts.

Do I want to die?

Well, there's no else.. where...

There are no cars on the road. My waving is useless.

Am I useless?

The purity of the white around me is suddenly all I can think of. Across this thin strip of concrete, was snow.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Oh, the beauty of it. The whiteness around me.

How serene.

I am drawn toward it. There is no doubt. It is my saviour.

I drag myself. Pain slithers and sparks every part of me, but I must reach it. I have to.

Is death real?

Thoughts race through the back of my mind. The front is only fuzzy.

Fuzzy, like the whiteness around me.

Fuzzy, like my memories...

My memories?

Memories, no matter. The serenity is my priority. I have none more.

I lie down in the snow surrounding me.

Is death real?,

I wonder.

Until I can no longer wonder, but lie still as the whiteness surrounds me.

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The theatrical wonder of how things play out frighten me; had it not been for the snow, I wouldn't have felt the sharp thrill of apathy.

It doesn't feel real. I know it isn't real.

Is death real?

Intricate linings within the snowflake reflect the absolute.

Never would I have seen the beauty. The beauty I could've witnessed earlier, had I taken the trip earlier.

Snow falls upon my ribs, resting next to my lungs.

I feel sharp pain with every breath I attempt.

Numbness had taken over a long time ago.

I hear noises, again, they're footsteps, for god's sake. How could I forget my saviours? They've come for me again, haven't they?

My beating heart is still warm. They stab a flower through my heart.

I feel the warmth coming back.

Please don't leave me, hath the winter prolong.

My organs melt. And melt. And melt.

The beauty is leaving me. The serenity of it, gone.