Snow Man

Chapter 9 - control

Trying to take control of my body was more difficult than excepted. I had collapsed onto the ground. My eyes strained to stay open, to help me fight this. To try and let me move and breathe again.

I could feel the cold on my arms, on my legs.

And I could feel a tiny body tense on my lap.

I wanted to look down. To see what she was trying to do.

I felt my little fingers trying to hold on to me and to stay in my arms. Maybe to help me stop me shaking.

Either way.

She is awake and is aware.

And she's alive.

I wanted to grab her. To hold her closer and make her stay with me. But I had no control.

My eyes were the only things that could move and that was ever so slightly. But the forced me to watch as my daughter rolled from my arms and onto the snow. The snow that could take her from me forever.

She lied face down, unmoving. She looked like she was sleeping. Or dead, but I couldn't think like that. I wouldn't think of her like that. Forever still.

I wanted to go over to her, to lift her in my arms and keep her safe.

But until this stopped I could do nothing but wait and pray it would be over soon.

I couldn't breathe. My throat had closed up. And I had started to get light headed and dizzy.

Taking that short cut along a huge patch of land had been a giant mistake.

We were out of sight from everyone. I couldn't even see the road.

Everything was going fuzzy, but I was determined to stay awake and fight this.

Then I saw something miraculous.

She twitched. Then moved.

I stared at her in awe.

She lifted her head and turned to face me.

I wanted onto run to her. To hold her and say she is my strong girl. She would never give up. She would never stop fighting.

My little girl. She has always been more like her mother.

Her eyes met mine and I saw she was scared.

She was scared for me.

Or maybe of me?

From her point of view this must have been quite a sight. Her dad shaking, staring at her, looking pale as the snow underneath then.

I must have looked like a monster.

Not her father.

She looked so tired, so cold, so still.

Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. The whites in her eyes matching the landscape around us, and the red veins prominent enough that I could see them even when my vision had gone foggy.

I saw a tear run down her face as she said to me

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

She was so scared I realised.

She was scared of what was happening to her.

Annie, my baby girl, was dying.

Her eyes closed again.

I fought with all my might.

I needed to get to her.

I needed her to stay with me.

I need to save her.

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It's short but all my chapters are, so yeah!

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