The living war-marks

The eye of the storm

Samuel's POV

I felt the sun shining down on my face as I woke up.

Yellow, bright rays of sunshine lit up the forest, and made it look beautiful.

At first, I was confused because I woke up in the middle of a forest, but then I remembered.

The lighting, and Mary.

I felt like crying, but I couldn't.

If Mary really was dead, then maybe she was in heaven looking at me right now?

Mary wasn't a person who would want me to feel bad because of her.

I didn't remember going to sleep at all last night.

What was I even doing?

Then it came back to me.

I ran down to the pond as fast as I could, feeling my heart beating faster and faster.

In the middle of the pond, stood a deer drinking water.

It looked so peaceful standing there, and I tried not to disturb it.

When I got to the edge of the pond, I sat down, and looked at my reflection.

"What!?"

I yelled out, looking terryfied.

In the reflection was me, but yet not me.

The man I saw had hair as white as snow, and a huge scar covering half of his face.

The scar itself looked like a lighting, and I knew that was what caused this.

I tried smiling, but I wasn't capable.

What kind of sick dream was this?
I thought to myself, hoping that all of this would just disappear, and I would wake up home in the house.

I stared at the refection's cold, blue eyes.

My eyes.

The ones who used to be chocolate brown.

Just like Mary's.

I laid down on the snow, looking up in the sky.

Why me? Of all people?

I thought to myself, slowly grasping that this was actually happening.

Suddenly, I felt cold, and I started to shiver.

I looked down, and realised that I was laying in snow.

"What? How did I not sense that before now?"

I said out loud, trying to brush off the snow.

After I had gotten most of the dirt and snow off my newly weaven shirt, I walked over to the pond again.

Maybe I can wash off the rest of the dirt with some water?

I thought, and put my hand into the water.