Snow Man

Chapter 8 - what more could go wrong

The hurt I felt for her was and is unbearable. I cannot do anything to help her and it is killing me.

All I could do was walk and pray my baby will be safe.

Three hours of walking and I was already tired. I had switched Annie's position more times than I can count so I wouldn't drop her with my now numbing hands.

The cold was almost unbearable, I had been shivering for about an hour and if anything it only picked up. It was getting out of control, I couldn't stop it.

Only when I had no control all over my body was when I started to panic.

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I woke up to a shaking.

Like my own personal earthquake, that was made to wake me up. I have never been involved in an earthquake.

Its exciting and terrifying.

I hear a grunt and a sort of choking sound.

So its not an earthquake. It's a person shaking me.

My dad is shaking me.

But why?

Some of my strength had returned, but it was a great effort to open my eyes. As of they were weighed down by a ton of bricks instead of my feather light eyelashes.

I open my eyes to my dad staring blankly ahead, shaking uncontrollably.

My first thought is that he is cold.

My second... Not as charming.

He's having a fit with me in his arms.

I only just realise that he is kneeling with me in his lap.

I could see in his pale eyes that he was trying to fight this.

But it wasn't easy for him.

With every ounce of my strength I held myself to him, trying to stop the shaking at the same time.

Im helping very little. He is still shaking and I have no strength. The most I can do is keep my eyes open. I can barely move my arms. Let allow hold myself up

I let go, rolling off his knees and away from him.

I was instantly covered in wet, cold snow.

And I know could do nothing but lay here face down in the snow.

With my eyes drifting closed again, I tried to move my face away from the freezing snow to look at my father.

Lifting my head and trying desperately to fight the laws of gravity. I turned my head to the side and collapsed. Feeling as if I had just ran a marathon, and then crashed head long into a brick wall.

I am utterly exhausted. It really shocked me. Before this i wouldn't get tired after a three hours of running, now lifting my head is a struggle.

I let my head drop with a thump. I squeaked when I felt my head connect with he hard ground underneath the soft, cold snow.

Looking at my dad when he is like this, is torture.

Before this accident I have never seen my dad in true pain, I had never seen him cry. Seeing both in the same day is a miracle, but also terrifying.

His eyes drifted to met my own. I saw his eyes widen slightly in panic, and in surprise.

A sharp pain rippled through my body. My eyes started to roll to the back of my head.

It felt like my time was up. I had to leave now.

Closing my eyes, looking at dad, still shaking and staring, one last time. A tear rolled down down my face and melt into the snow, as I said to dad,

"I don't want to leave yet. Save me daddy."

Closing my eyes all I see is darkness with a small white light in the distance.

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Poor Annie.

Give me some feed back here, I'm not sure if I should continue with this 'blood thirsty' story, but yeah if someone can tell me otherwise I shall add something very...... Interesting.