Humans are social creatures by nature. Even when they say they want to be alone, the truth is they don't. The biggest fear a person has is to be alone.
It's dark, very, very dark, to the point where I can't even see my hands. Other than a feeling of being there, I'm not sure if I am physically there, or more in spirit. Either way, I float there, completely alone, for what feels like an endless amount of time. Then the voices start. Or more like one voice, that murmurs again and again, overlapping, yet I can understand everything it's saying.
"Alone again, little one?"
"Where's your family? Your friends?"
"Did they leave you?"
Stop it. Be quiet.
"They didn't love you?"
Please.
"You have no one to turn to."
Please! Stop it!
I cover my ears in an attempt to block out the truth, but it still slips in anyway.
"There's no one to run to."
Curling up in a fetal position, I give up, listening to the whispers on loop.
"He's wrong."
A sweeter voice whispers, and I look up. There's a bright flash and my surroundings change from darkness to a pure, magnificently warm golden light.
"There are people who love you." The new voice continues and I see images of my family flash by, then my friends.
"People who want to protect you."
Images of strange creatures like a very tall rabbit that stands like a man, a beautiful fairy, a small glowing man made out of sand, and someone who reminds me of a Russian Santa Clause fly past.
"You're never alone."
A boy. A boy with shockingly white hair and the bluest eyes, wearing a blue hoodie and holding a staff, smiles at me.
"You're never alone." Both he and the voice repeat.
I feel tears, happy tears roll down my cheek, as the boy extends a hand out toward me. Smiling, I brush my tears away, and stand before reaching a hand toward him as well…
My eyes snap open and I gasp lightly. My familiar ceiling stares back at me, and I sit up, before looking around drowsily. Nothing has changed, except now light slips in through the cracks between my closed blinds, signaling that morning has come. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair, then lay back down against my pillow only to shoot up.
'It's freezing! How could I not have felt that earlier?'
Something shines on my pillow, catching my attention, and I look closer, before gasping. Right beside where my head was resting, a small patch of frost twinkles in the light.