Alone. That is what I am. In this time, in this world, in this universe. All alone.
My name is Bre and I'm alone. I don't know how long I've been here. It may have been a couple years or a couple days. I find my self surrounded by white and no recollection of how I got here. There's a dark forest surrounding me with pure untouched snow everywhere -- no footprints, no sign of anything. Just me lying here gazing up at the moon and stars. I feel... Cold. Not freezing -- just cold.
Maybe I should just lie here for all eternity. Who would miss me? I have no memory of a family or any relation to someone. All I know is the feel of snowflakes on my skin. Then again, a pack of wolves, or other ferocious animal could find me. That wouldn't be a very pleasant feeling if they, or it, tore my body to pieces.
Although I figure that would probably hurt, I make no move to get up, no move to leave my bed of snow. Maybe being torn up and eaten wouldn't be that bad.
Has a lot of time passed since those thoughts? I can't remember. The only company I have is myself: me, myself, and I.
No hunger invades my thoughts -- not even thirst. It takes me a while to realize that I can't even feel my own heart beating. Does this mean I'm dead? Have I gone to heaven or hell for whatever I've done?
