Still three years, seven months, and fourteen days prior.
He found me, Dammit. Dirty, blood caked fingernails and all. I'm quite literally frozen and laying on the hard winter ground. He observed the small white puffs of mist leaving my mouth. I'm awake. However i'm apprehensive to open my eyes, fearing seeing his disappointed face. He didn't want to find me like this and I didn't want to be found. Yet, life is full of disappointments.
Slowly my eyelids open to revel an awkward scene. He stands above me with a blank and unreadable facial expression. I attempt to bend my body upward and find myself full of fatigue. He lends me his hand and I take it. I grunt as I start to stand. My joints and muscles appear dead. Then-as if a wave of needles-the cold hits me. It's like a spike of ice replaced my spine and sent a harsh shudder through my body.
Instead of me staring at his blank face I look down at my hands. My fingertips are the kissed with the slights bit of frostbite and my skin is sickly pale with smears of mud across it. As I mentioned previously my fingernails are layered with lakeside soil and my own blood. I don't know too much of what happened, but judging on the fingernail marks in the palms of my hands it pretty clear.
I'm so with this shit.
I just wanted to escape from this place. So I ran and ran and ran. I ran to the lakeside.The only place that is formiliar to me. Then I remember blacking out. Now i'm here. In a new day. The sad part is that nothing is better today than it was yesterday. And i'm just kind of over this wretched place.
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The Unnamed Queen
Adventure"The world appears to shake at my every step and the earth shudders at my every breath" ~Ongoing~
