Falling Into Oblivion

Chapter Two

THERE ARE MANY things on this earth that are matched together with the colors red and white. Red and white roses, red and white birds, red and white butterflies. You never think twice about it because why would you? It's nature, they are beautifully paired together. We see these colors as often as we change our clothes. It's nothing out of the ordinary, it's the norm. However, when you compare the white snow to the contrast of the crimson color melting the fluffy ice it's an absolute horrifying scene, primarily when you've been the cause of it. 

Her lips are a dark shade of blue when you differentiate them to her pale ivory skin. Her light brown hair is frozen stiff and glued to the icee ground. And a thin layer of frost has accumulated on her black parka and tanned colored boots throughout the stormy night. The way her body lays, her frozen eyes and frosted lashes shut, she appears serene. Like she's fallen into a deep sleep.

Honestly, I could down play the whole thing but deep down I know it's nothing close to how she must have felt last night as she took her last breaths but it begs me to question. What was she doing out in the middle of no where? Was she running away from something or someone?  Was she alone? Did someone see what really happened?

This was the last thing I thought I'd see. Just a minutes ago I was convinced it was an animal. I thought it was a bear. That thought alone terrified me but now I wish it was.

I clench my hand to my chest.

She's too young to have died. She barely looks twenty. But that's the thing, theirs no perfect age to die. It's dreadful no matter the circumstance. Whether your sick or old, or die from a terrible accident, it's all the same. It's not normal, we weren't made to cope with death. It shouldn't be a natural part of our lives.

Somehow we manage.

I could manage.

I have to manage.

"Wh..who is this? What is she doing out here? Was this because of us?" I ask although I know the answer to my last question.

"I dont know, I don't know and yes." He answers, pinching the bridge of his nose with a thumb and index finger.

"This can't be happening. What are we going to do? We need to tell someone." My eyes prick with tears.

Anger crosses Arsen's face like I've said the worse imaginable thing. "No! We can't, how could we? We don't even have a working phone!"

I sigh. Annoyed with myself.

I'm trying to do the right thing here. My family would want to know if something so unbelievably    un-rectified happened to me.

"We can drive to the nearest cabin and ask if we can borrow their phone." I suggest, my voice horse and tiny.

"We're not telling anyone about this!"

"We can't just leave her laying here!" Tears pool my eyes and threaten to well over. This poor woman is someone's daughter, grand daughter and, or someone's sister, cousin, and we killed her.

"We're not going to just 'leave her here'" He mocks, mimicking my voice. "I'm going to move her somewhere no one will ever find her and you're going to help me." He points a finger, pulling his hood back up over his head.

I shake my head. "I'm not going to do that, we're going to the police!" Why is this even a discussion?

"Would you relax." He throws his hands at me.

"Don't tell me to relax. We just committed a crime!"  The reality of this situation is setting in and my body begins to tremble in response.

"We didn't commit a crime. It was an accident. We didn't purposely go out of our way to kill her!  She was at the wrong place at the wrong time." He reasons but I can't bring myself to be okay with any of this.