○Soft Light○||A Dead Poets Society Fanfiction

\Snow/

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
  
But I have promises to keep, 
  
And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

  -Robert Frost
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It was projected to snow one evening.

Soft like a pillow, it fluffed the ground, but it's true weight was heavy as stone. The flakes sprinkled, down and down. They clung to the trees tops, the grass, the roof of the old academy. The lake froze over, paralyzed by the chill.

Charlotte walked in a daze through the hallways of Welton that night. She had no aim, no destination, she just walked. Her short heels clicked slowly with her pace on the tiled floor, the sound echoed off of silence. 

She was searching for something. An answer. A sign.

The girl stared out the windows that she passed, watching the dusty white cover everything in sight. It made the scene light and heavenly.
But the woods...

They were still lovely, dark and deep.

She stopped walking.

Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the landscape, not a thing stirred outside except for the snowflakes which kept floating, down and down.

Charlotte thought she heard something then. Well, not really heard it, but it was there somehow.
It was calling her.
It came from the woods.

There was a wooden door a bit further down the hall.

The girl went to it, and though she was only dressed in a black turtle neck and a skirt with her high socks and short heels, she pushed the door and ventured outside into the snowy night.

She did not feel the cold.

Charlotte went down the large steps and began to trudge through the field toward the woods. The snow was high now, it reached around her calves, but she did not care to notice how her socks were completely soaked.

She was in a trance, focused on that abysmal area of dead trees and bushes, which not even the white soft light of snow could penetrate through its shade.

'What sins do I pay for... where are you, whom I should answer to...'

Charlotte kept going, her eyes glazed over, indifferent to the snowflakes that stuck to her lashes. Her mind was far away.

The storm and the wind picked up, it became like a blizzard now but still she did not care. It was like distant shouting, muffled so that it was not even there. Her feet plowed ahead, her arms limp at her side as the howling gusts of frosty air threatened to push her over.

At the edge of the woods, the girl saw something. Shadowy figures, standing just at the beginning of the trees.
They were waiting for her.

'Who are you...'

Before Charlotte could get any closer, she was grabbed by the shoulders and turned around quite harshly. She gasped, awakened from her hypnotic state.

Steven Meeks was there, holding her shoulders tightly, his expression was one of utter panic. Behind him, Charlie Dalton stood looking equally alarmed.

They were far from the school, but there was a clear group of people standing around the door which Charlotte had exited, and agitated shouting could be heard from their direction.