Lost as a snowflake in the ocean

Dark eyes

That was me? It was me. Are you sure? Well, it really looks like me! But how? Here? That painting. It can't be...But just when I was about to get even more confused than I was, I hear something. A cold, breathless laughter rose like a smoke echoing loudly in my ears. The repetitive noise stopped my pulse,as if it was planning when I would meet my death. This time it wasn't just my imagination. I holded tight my necklace. This time a tall silhouette approached quiet, but not too slow. The torchlight fell from my dead hands. My heart was pounding so fast. I felt fear and anxiety rushing through my veins. My legs were lifeless and I felt. Next second I was crawling on the floor to find my torchlight. When I finally found it, I reached for the light switch but...another hand was already there. Long and dirty nails started to scratch me, piercing my hands, going up to my face like a thousand needles hitting my flesh. I screamed in agony as loud as I could. He took the red torchlight, threw it on the floor and stepped hard on it. Then he walked away.

I couldn't see anything. I moved quietly, my shoulder brushing the wall. I couldn't feel anything. I was lost, lost and yet not alone. I bit the corner of my sleeve than pressed my palms over my ears, waiting to find out if I was truly awake and away from danger. Suddenly a warm breeze hits me like a rock but my body was shivering as never before and my teeth were chattering with noise. Above me, a vivid black shadow moved, letting light from the fire spread around the long hall.

The monstrous silhouette became a person. A very tall one. He stood stiffly upright at the end of the corridor, wearing a dirty dark robe. His white long and messy hair danced against pale skin. His eyes were black but not warm as the girl's from the painting. I could see the night behind them, but a night without moon or stars, just absolute darkness and loneliness