Ice Snow

Wasted

The cold breeze feels more than just a blow. It tossels my hair and smacks me dead in the face. I shove my hands into my hoodie  and try to find comfort in that. The whispers drift off  from many directions and floats above me like grey clouds. Thoughts roam around in my head like wild animals. Silence never felt so painful. Yet its not silent. It is just lots of murmuring.

Yesterday is no longer today because today was tomorrow. I only wish now that I hung on to yesterday. Now there is nothing for me to hang on to except my life. But life is not anything you can grasp. Only something you will go through. Part of me still lies upon yesterday as if it were still today. I do not feel any more different as the truth tries to sink in like the Titanic. Just like the ship,it only sinks slowly. Yet is not sinking slow it just feels that way.

"Crystal!" I hear a familiar voice intruding my thoughts like world war two.I blink my eyes several times to gain my reality back. I tear through the wall of chattimg ideas in my brain quickly. I let my eyes scan the room. I take in a breath as I find the voice came from across me. My brother lets his eyes duel mine and I look away. His dark blue eyes saddens and he lets them fall to his bowl of porridge. His head falls slightly along with his bangs. I stare at the coal black hair I envy. He meets my eyes again but with a different approach. These eyes beg me to let him know what is wrong. But I only give him a small nod and gaze out the window.

"I had that vision again." I mumble under my breath. He nearly cbokes on his spoonful of porridge. He slams his spoon on the table. His eyes turn hard and he lets a sigh slip past his beautiful lips. "For the hundredth time. Sally will not die!" His voice solid with anger.

"What?" A small voice squeaks unexpectedly. I turn my head to see Sally standing in the dinning room entry way. Her locks of black hair messy. Her brown teddy bear clutched to her tightly. Her gown has wrinkles and her feet now  without socks. Her light blue eyes seems weary and scared. Shock and worry rings in my body. Everything falls silent as I think. I try to accumulate ideas for what to say. She begins to whimper  and her eyes start to water. I look back at my brother for help. His eyes are confused and I know I have to save the day.

"Go back to bed Sal." I insist. "I can't sleep."she whispers. "Why?" "I'm scared." She starts to sway side to side allowing her night gown to flow a little bit. "Am I going to die?" Her innocent face starts to flush. "No!" My brother intrudes . He stands and shoots me a glare. He strolls over to Sally and gives her a tight hug. He then gets down on one knee. "We were talking about our friend at school.Her name is Sally Benwell."he lies but still manages to sound convincing. "But why she has to die.?"she asks shyly. "That is what we are trying to figure out." His face turns sympathetic but he still smiles. I cross my arms and slouch in my chair. There goes my hero of the day award.

I stand up and join them. "Don't worry,okay?" I say. She nods her head like a bobble head. I give her an assuring hug.I place my hands on my hips. "Now about this fear of yours."I change the subject. She does not reply. "Let me guess. Boogie man again?" He asks. She nods. "Okay well go sleep in the living room then" he insists. I watch her walk away and only hope. Hope that my brother Mace, is correct.

Once I can no longer see my sister I sigh heavily. I go back to my seat and sit. My brother and I put our little sister to sleep about three hours ago. I even read her a bedtime story. Recently I have been having the same vision for the past six months. I remember the first time I got the vision. It was the day our mother died. We were in the ER and I needed some fresh air. So I stepped outside. Our mother didn't make it. But there were no results or information to prove how she died. Then it hit me like a speeding car. I tumbled down the stairs and I blacked out. I was sucked into another world. I was scared and wished to know if I had died as well. I woke up  three hours later in my own bed with a ice bag on my forehead. I tried to forget it but it happened every week at least once. I told my brother about it but my father isn't aware of them. Plus I don't intend on tellling him anytime soon.