Cameron Dallas Imagine (Sad)

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Your Point Of View.

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The trees were ablaze; wind rustled through the atmosphere and made big colorful flurries of red gold and orange. The day was brisk and chilly, the sky a burnished tint of violet. 

As I walked, my feet crunched over the layers of snow that had built up over the past few days. I was bundled up in my favorite wool sweater, the cold breeze biting greedily at my exposed flushed cheeks and tiny snowflakes fluttering by got stuck in my eyelashes. 

'The cold is worth it though,' I thought to myself. 'It's worth it if I can finally get away from all of this.'

Not even the glacial tremors that shook my body could compare to the feelings I had endured the past few months. That's why I was getting away. I know people say it's not good to run away from your problems, but I had to. This type of running away would only take a few long moments to go in affect but it would take me away; lull me into a nice peaceful sleep at last.

People didn't understand, never would. 

They didn't know about the hateful words I tolerated.

Didn't comprehend how many damn times I had sat in my room in a corner telling myself to die.

Couldn't even imagine how many scars that were etched onto my skin, all the bruises and burns.

Some of my doing, some not.

That didn't matter now though, did it?

It was over with.

Finally I arrived at the spot. The area where it would all end for me.

I began to strip off, starting with my sweater all the way down to my socks. I was left in my undergarments, I still had some dignity left.

Then I lay down on the soft snow, burrowing myself under it. An intense stinging sensation spread over me; nipped at my flesh and numbed it to the core.

I let out a faltering exhalation, loosing all sense of feeling.

I was gonna be free.

I looked up at the sky. It seemed to glow incandescent, pasty balls of snow tumbling from the heavens.

At last I closed my eyes.

I thought it was the last time I would do so.

That was until I heard a sharp yell in the distance.

A light thump of a body colliding with the ground next to me.

And I felt the faint perception of someone digging up the snow I had burrowed myself in.