Frozen

Introduction: Frozen

[Sloan]

I stood on the edge, daring to be daring, my mind harmless and full of air, like it was crammed with bubbles instead of brains. Naïve, like a child. My eyes darted around the pier without latching onto anything, passing over the rocks and crashing waves below, unable to see their cold beauty. Then my eyes moved to the crowd of blurred colors, people that blended together. Suddenly my gaze stuck on a girl in the crowd, an eerie eyesore. That was a cold beauty. Hair dark midnight-black, hanging off a skinny frame. Eyes feral and animal, like a wild dog, untamed. Overall she was like a vicious snake, poised to kill, then her eyes turned to mine and I jumped, coldness spreading through me. Like I was the next target. These thoughts felt foreign in my cushioned mind. Like I wasn't experienced enough to be thinking them. Like I wasn't thinking them.

Suddenly prickling pins-and-needles were a shock through my body, a mundane, common feeling, though it was intense now, multiplied to the extremes. My usual poise of leaning on one hip deepened as I found I couldn't support my (usually model thin) weight, which now felt like the heavy blubber of a whale. I should really try a dieting cleanse. Just then I started to fall forward slowly, waving my dead-weight arms around trying to catch myself. Too late. The air stung my lungs as I gasped in panicked breaths. The sharp rocks below began to grow rapidly closer. A mistake. This isn't real, please let it not be real.

Screams from above were muted as white water crashed.Suddenly a jolt shook through my body. My stomach was impaled on a sharp boulder that rose from churning waves. Numbness spiderwebbed from the bleeding, crushed in gap in my torso. My head banged against another boulder, the pain hammering thoughts into my head. All her fault. That black haired witch-girl in the crowd. It was her fault. Somehow she did this to me. My bleeding, breathing, and heartbeats slowed as blackness claimed my senses and my mind slipped into dark oblivion, endless.

My mind was numb, but it was all I had left. No body, no nothing. And I had changed, shocked into thinking straight. I'd gone from airhead to thoughtful in only a second. Ha, dying had really changed me. But now I was in endless darkness, I couldn't open my eyes as now I had none, with every thought echoing around me. I knew I was dead, unable to distinguish dream from reality, though I guess now there is no reality.

But the unthinkable happened. The eyes of a dead girl fluttered open, sun stinging my blue, light deprived eyes. I have expected cobwebs to cover my eyelids, but there were none. I did not sit up out of a coffin, but I was standing in shallow waves without feeling the lapping water. Immediately my hands went to my body, thinking I could be a ghost. But they hit solid flesh, nothing paranormal there. I suddenly realized how cold I was, goosebumps-spreading-on-my-arms and hair-on-end cold. I blinked slowly, ice crystals forming on my skin, and when I opened them again she was right in front of me.

Beautiful, black-haired twig girl, with her animal eyes. But, yet, it wasn't her. It was like someone had washed my eyes, and it had turned out they'd been coated with a layer of dirt. Now the whole world just looked...different, without the fog clouding my now almost painfully clear view.

Her skin was tinted blue, and I could see fire-red veins through the transulcent material. Her animal eyes sparkled gold and sharp, her legs and arms coated in beautifully sparkling ice crystals. She smiled, revealing sharp pointed teeth that no longer looked terrifying, they now looked beautiful. Awe-inspiring. I was changing too. I wanted to be just like her, to be beautiful like her. Animal-eyes smiled, licking the ice off of her lips. I was so cold.

"Welcome, Sloan." the words slithered off her tongue.

"Its so cold." I said dumbly like a child, it was all I could say.

"You'll get used to that. Beauty comes with a price, you know." I nod my head, it would be worth it if I could be just like her. The chill was spreading to my bones, I felt myself changing. The ice was breathing cool life into me.

"Am I dead?" I ask, as I look down and my gaping wound is gone.

"No. You are more alive than you ever were."