A quiet warm exhale is all the sound that surrounded me. I was covered in fog, white strands of hair stuck to my back, and a cold body being carried by both of my arms as they rested on my lap. I looked towards the ground while I kneeled in sorrow. The female in my arms looked as pale as a corpse (maybe she was one too). My hands slightly cupped her bear shoulders as her head laid upon my upper thighs. Jet black hair hid one side of her face, but, her bright white eyes shined through. I'd glance every time she'd blink ever so slowly. We were sitting in a low tide water body (a lake or pond from what I could tell). Neither of us had shoes either. The water beneath me was freezing; but, I held myself in place for as long as we were both breathing.
I slowly turned my head towards my shoulder (feeling the pain and sore aches from carrying weight), only, to see my skin was just as pale as the fog around me. Once caramel skin: now, cedar toned. My glances would surprise me almost never. So, to see such a sight before sighting my reflection was breathtaking. A girl with eyes like coal engulfed in water-stained jeans, a grey (unzipped) sweater, and a red shirt stared back at me. She looked like me, but, so did the girl in her hands (I don't have siblings of any kind). The girl had a white soaked dress that held her soft skin tighter than my hands could.
The girl rolled over on her back to unintentionally reveal her face. Her black curly hair slid down her face while some of it floated in the water. Suddenly, she stopped blinking. I couldn't feel her heartbeat. I put two fingers at the end of my right hand to the top of her neck (under her chin).
"Whoa" I shrieked as I pulled my hand away from her face. Her neck was colder than the water that had left my legs numb. I looked left and right in panic, hoping for a solution to emerge from the fog. I swiftly grab her by the sides of her arms and began to shake her upper body back and forth. I put as much strength as I can build up (in my state) in my hands. All I hear is small splash sounds every time her hair would rock in motion. Her head would rest on the back of her neck before reaching the top of her chest over and over. I gave up after three minutes--that felt like an eternal torture; If I had shook her any longer her head might of snapped off her neck.
My arms were still; I could barely move them. I could barely move her, let alone, hold her. I had dropped her lifeless body in the water. She began to float, but, her hair covered every existing facial feature she had. My hands dug through her hair; laying each strand upon the water: away from her face. Then, I held her soft face with my brittle, cold, dry hands.
"Wake up. Wake up. Please...wake up" I began to plead. But, nothing happened. No movement, no sound, not even a blink. I began smacking her pale cheeks lightly.
"Wake up...please. Come on, just breathe. Speak, blink --anything"!
Suddenly, her upper torso shot up towards me. We were currently facing each other. Our noses two inches apart.
Her eyelids quickly lifted upward as her eyes opened. "Wake up"! She screamed at me. I was so scared I fell back; both of my hands in the water to catch my weight. She started muttering over and over. At first I couldn't make out the words. But, as soon as she started leaning towards me slowly; I could hear over my shivering body and thoughts filled with fear. By the time she was leaning over my body her hair was covering all but her left eye. She creepily caressed my cheek before leaning towards my ear.
"WAKE UP" She screamed in my ears as she held my body in the water with her other hand. I was scared, fearful, frightened. I had goosebumps down my legs and up my arms. The tiny hairs on my back stood up as I struggled in the water; trying to free myself from her grip. I started kicking; it did nothing. But, I started hearing an echo from somewhere beyond the fog.
The words "wake up. . .wake up. ." kept slipping in one ear and out the other. They echoed in my skull. I stopped kicking eventually. I ran out of energy and began pacing. I looked up into the girls soulless white eyes.
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