Abandoned

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Snow, in stories, is described as a flawless white substance, as the skin of a princess, even as beauty altogether, but this was not beautiful. This scenery looked as if evil itself had lay there, and was still lying there silently, waiting for you to be vulnerable so it could take you as well. Instead of flawless, angelic white being plastered on the ground, blinding you when the sun would show, the ground was red, covered in human limbs, which remained from the people that were the victims of this disaster.

The sky was black, usually that is an expression used when the sky is dark grey, but this was actually black, darker the pupils of eyes. I desperately attempted to move, run to the elevator, crawl down the stairs, reach my cell and curl up to banish this dream into the back of my mind. This was not possible for two reasons, 1) I was frozen to the ground paralyzed because of fear and the weather seeping to my bare skin, and 2) I ceased to be dreaming.

I had almost gotten my senses back to me, almost had been able to at least close the door, but of course something occurred that would almost compel me to never move again. A large strike of 'lightening' slowly moved from the sky, this was not made up of electricity. Ice coated this lightening, leaving a sharp tip placed at the end, this tip looked as if it could kill you in even the smallest touch. My eyes moved downward, following the unnatural creation to its victim, the only guard left, alone and searching for help. It all happened so quickly, but it did not. The 'lightening' fell unhurriedly, the same time as the guards fearful eyes and his mouth for help, the next stage was unalike the first, though. The forsaken creation then swiftly swept down onto his neck, quickly decapitating him only by slightly digging into his body. His expression ceased to change as it fell from his flesh; his eyes were completely filled with terror, enlarged and gaping, while his mouth was open, a start for a cry for help. Red liquid spilled from his body as it fell to its knees and sank deep into the snow, and three exact seconds later, the white substance covered it up as if nothing had happened. Although I was stiff with horror, shock, anxiety and stress I closed the door, making sure I would not be the next victim to this disaster. All of this had happened in exactly 1 minute and 32 seconds, although hours had seemed to go by. I forced everything in my power to drive my body to the elevator, press the single button, walk down the stairs and into my cell where I curled up and attempted to close my eyes and forget.

The loudest noise I had ever heard occurred and flung my eyes open, I had dreamt of home. The dreams were so believable that I was utterly confused about my whereabouts once I had woken. It did not take me long to realize location, though, I heard the second lightening bolt today. Instead of accepting death, I quickly coated myself in every bit of clothing provided, worried that I already had hypothermia and confused as to why I didn't feel like I did. I had 13 layers of clothes placed on my body but was still shivering. Using most of the life I had left, I got up and looked around to find where I could take refuge. I advanced out of my cage with one step at a time; I first peeked around each corner, afraid that a more beastly, amplified creature would astonish me by running from either side and likely killing me. I was paranoid, but anything could happen at this point. I took advantage of the small amount of fear that left my senses by striding off a minute after it was gone. I stared into every cell on the right side of the building at first. There was no sight of people but signs that they had been there, ruffled sheets, no clothes left and wet footprints. I turned once my body had reached the wall and slowly paced back to reach the next side. Every step I took made my body clench up tighter into a ball, hunching in on itself. Every second of the cold I withstood, the more I shivered and the more I deepened my chance of receiving hypothermia. I had just about stopped and given into the force attempting to pull me to the ground when I looked inside the cell and saw three people huddled together, two still wearing their PUNISHEMENT clothes and one wearing what looked to be a guards outfit, orange pants and jacket. They saw me and instantly beckoned for me to join them; the more body heat conserved the better. I did, because I was selfish and I needed the extra heat, and companions in death would be a lot better than dying alone. They did not speak, just huddled close together with their teeth occasionally chattering together, other than that, silence.

I had somehow found sleep for several minutes, I dreamt of how I was put here. The Night. It began as being cold, cold and damp, one of those dark nights that could embrace you into its darkness for you to never be seen again. I stayed close to the light that was closest to the corners of the walls that I was walking by; my shadow was the only thing that danced in its light. And then it was not. My initial though was that someone was innocently walking by my, but I could not help but feel vulnerable to this alienated figure. I fastened my pace so I would no longer be deep into the corner, so I would find home quicker. But then an icy grasp pulled my arm forcefully and aggressively close to it. "Do as I tell you," it spoke in a raspy, disgusting woman's voice, breathing cigarette and some kind of other drug into my face. "Your land your families lives will be gone without me thinking, not even once." I softly nodded, she could not see me in this dark but she could feel me. A cooler object than her hand struck my neck and liquid spilled out of my ivory skin. I tasted vomit in my mouth and then it came out and my dinner was gone from my body. The woman did not hesitate at the absence of all food that was in my stomach, she may have seen this so many times before, enough not to feel sick herself. She pulled me closer to the knife and began to walk with me in her arms. She was strong. She whispered the plan to me making me feel like throwing up all over again, though this time there would be nothing to lose. I was supposed to kill one single person for her. If I did not she would shoot me and my family, and all people that I loved, this made me think she was stalking me before this night. She then pushed me to the place where Patrick Mellvin stood; he was possibly calling out her name. "Samantha? Samantha!" he desperately yelled. "He's waiting for me," was her last whisper into my ear. "Now, go." I was banished to Patrick's standing place. "Samantha? Samantha its yo-" he stopped when he saw me, wearing a ripped skirt and a slightly unbuttoned shirt, with my hair dangling out of its neat bun and, making waves I random places of my head. Then he saw the dagger, unwillingly clutched in my right hand. I saw his fear and instantly wanted to run in my bare feet, the lady may have kicked them off of me. I threw the dagger at him and it pierced his leg. It was a deep cut. I vomited nothing before running away from his screams, from the people that crowded him, from the sirens growing louder in the distance, and from the lady. I ran into a policeman.

I awoke, screaming. The people that were gathered around me held me closer, welcomingly. I thought to myself in an attempt to soothe my dreams. I would be dead either way, if I was here or there so maybe coming here was better than witnessing my families deaths. I slowly got up from the huddle, seeing the protests of them; I said that I would be getting them clothes to warm them.