Writing Prompts For The Strange

I Feel Cold Inside

I feel cold inside like ice is searing my heart. Every breath, gasp, or movement sent another sharp pain to my fragile heart. I could feel death's cold fingers grazing over my body. At first it was a dull tingle on my calf, then it moved to my thigh. It's touch felt like a cold sensation like I was bathing in an ice bath. Teeth chattering, skin ice cold, lips blue, my mind numbed to block the pain. By It was always lingering there quietly waiting to satisfy its needs and then toss me away to lay lifeless, cold, stiff, still... In a beautifully intricate coffin. Shaped to my size the cushioning chosen as my favorite color; Lilac. Such a soft purple that screamed innocence. That's what I wanted to portray innocence well I layed in my final bed. So everyone could look past the makeup caked on to my face to get rid of the pale complexion; the sick reminder that I had been markered from birth by the death's kiss bitter-sweet thing; It hid my glued or sealed lips never aloud to release another laugh, never smile, weep, or speak again. In reality this coffin; the display of my once lively demeanour, and bright smile was gone, nothing but a slowly rotting corpse on display for people to mourn. To tell them I was gone for good, Never to return. The dullness of my life was leaving me rapidly all of a sudden my breathing was coming in struggled coughs/gags trying to breath, my heart beating against my weak ribcage my blood hammering in my ears. My eyesight was getting splotchy; beautiful colors of red, blue, black, purple, pink, and white like a ethereal masterpiece of watercolors swirling together, blurring my surroundings, my hearing turning to white noise. My heart suddenly spiked. Then... Just. Stopped. My "breathing" stopped, my eyes glazed over, my hand clutching my parents hands released its tight grip falling limp to my side. Death's fingers had trailed quickly, and without warming up my body the numb tingling filling my senses making my breath hitch the icy chill running up my spine making me shiver. I knew what was happening; my time was coming to an end my story was coming to a close my last chapter ending. Cancer was such a cruel thing I was born with it apparently, but it was a stasis cancer; growth that didn't actually awaken and appear till on my sixteenth birthday. At first we thought it was nothing big, then it rapidly progressed into something much more, much worse and frightening. By the time I was seventeen I was too weak to even leave my hospital room, much less get out of bed. I knew then I wasn't going to win this battle. I could sense the presence of death starting to linger in the room. It cast a dark shadow over everything, making the room tense and gloomy. At the time the subtle pace of the darkness creeping in terrified me to my core I wasn't ready for death, but as I neared my eighteenth year of living on this plant, I started to accept death as though he was a friend I could lean on and spill all my problems to. So when his frostbitten fingers softly caressed my pale stricken boney cheeks in his palms I instinctively relaxed to the touch a sigh and small smile gracing my lips, my heart hammering in my chest like a jack rabbit on ecstacy when his pale blue frozen lips grazed over mine he capturing me in a kiss lifting my upper half from my bed. When he kissed me is when the colorful splotches started to blink in my vision like a rainbow of fireflies in a open field coated in the black abyss of the night sky. I remember once death told me that he would make my death painless, but beautiful at the same time. When I had that conversation with him that day I had anticipated my sweet realise from the weak, frail body trapping me to this earth. I always day dream what it would feel like, what it would look like, but I never could have imagined the ethereal surreal artwork I was being shown well my body shut down in the real world the doctors and nurses trying to save me, my parents standing back hugging each other sobbing, but none of that mattered now I was on cloud 9 hoping to see this masterpiece forever, and the best part was that I got to; my body though unknown to me had long since taken its last breath, beat it's last heartbeat, and smiled it's last smile. I was gone swept away by death; like a leaf in the wind not knowing where I'm going, but I was going to enjoy the adventure well it lasted.