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Left Alone To Die
Looking up at the rotten place I used to call home, I send it an icy glare before turning, walking away as I feel the small white, wet pellets under my feet crush under the pressure turning into a mush of ice and water mix. Picking up a handful of the cold ice I crush it bringing in my fingers, the substance melting drawing cold liquid to flow down my arm. Watching the clear droplets slide gracefully down my hand and down my arm, I bring up my jacket covering my bare, pale flesh. I bend down scooping up more of the cursed clear stuff letting it melt in my hand making it vulnerable to the cold winds whipping past me from every direction. Like a sharp blade striking past my face slitting the skin drawing blood, but I didn't feel it. I don't feel the crimson red flow down my face, because there is no knife, just nature's own gift to the world. Whipping past my face and nipping at my wet hand, like striking needles in my bare exposed flesh. No gloves to cover it, my hand soon grows numb, unfeeling to the elements, so I shove it in my pocket placing my other hand inside the opposite pocket as well. Wind Ruffling my hair it threatens to take away my only warmth, blowing me away harshly out of this town I quietly obey calmly walking away from this cursed place.
Feeling the slightest tingle from my hand I notice the warmth form my pockets are letting me feel again, but I don't want to feel, having feelings and emotions are for the weak, and I am not weak!
I glare at the ground zipping up my jacket to the collar seeking as much warmth as I can, stuffing my hands in my small pockets once again. My eyes grew large, and I hissed out in pain. Feeling a sudden pain stride up my spine sending shivers back down. Like a sharp rock scrapping the skin, hard and deep, slitting the skin, and like the quick sense of a needle through an arm, only the pain won't go away! I peek down at my leg where I felt the sudden surge of pain come from. Crimson red, darker than a natural rose I bend down examining the long gash across my leg looking around for what might have cause it. Lashed across my pants was a dark mark, a sloppy cut, right across my left leg, under my knee. Rolling up my pants I watch as the red liquid flows freely down my leg, soaking my socks seeping through my worn out shoe and tainting the perfect white snow on the ground. Ignoring the pain I get back up looking around for what I cut myself on. Hm, glass. I spot a green shimmer and notice the long sharp edged piece of glass was sticking out from a tree, probably out of angry someone smashed a glass bottle against it engraving the sharp blade into it. Freshly split blood on the edge, taunting me to do something stupid like that again.
Hmf, Ignoring the blood still freshly pouring out from my pants still tainting the white cold carpet, I kept on walking. Hands stuffed in down my pockets and half my face hidden inside the jacket.
Feeling as if it was like forever, I finally reach the place I'd always come to when I was younger. Sitting down on a rock pocking out form the shimmering ice, I plop myself on it rolling up my pants once again revealing it to the cold winds. I remove my stained shoe and sock, again baring them to the cold; dipping them in the freezing liquid I stay strong letting it wash away the crimson red. Watching it flow down the stream I bring my leg back up, light red dripping down. Placing it in the cold water again I make sure it's numbness affects me this time. Not feeling my leg anymore. Satisfied I bring it out placing it on the snow, dipping my shoe and sock riding it of the blood I bring it out drying it as much as I can, I place the items back on my foot. Unzipping my jacket feeling the burst of wind collide with my body almost knocking me into the stream, I quickly tear a piece of my shirt underneath my thin sweater. I wrap it around my wound once, twice, and tie it bringing my pant leg back down and zipping back up my jacket. Standing up, not fully straight because of my wound, I turn left wandering around not really knowing where I'm going, or whether I'll live or not through the night.
The dark clouds are clearing giving me a full view of the setting sun. Hm? I wonder whether I'm going north or south? Or was it east or west? Hm, never paid enough attention class then. I shrug breathing in heavily regretting taking in the cold air only coughing it back trying to breath in again only coughing once again. Quickly bringing my mouth inside my jacket, breathing in the only warm air around I snuggle deep within the thin jacket. Once acquainted with the cool air I bring out my face looking at the setting sun, feeling the temperature dropping I quickly pace myself looking for any sign of shelter I could find if I wanted to see the sun rise up again tomorrow. Spotting a small grove behind some bushes I crept inside the small cavern. Not bad, enough room for a couple of people. I need to get some wood.
Stepping back outside I gather as much twigs, small pieces of log and even breaking branches off of trees. Stumbling back into the small cave dropping all of the pieces of wood wincing in pain landing on my bad leg. Pain shooting up leg and back down, This time twice the more pain because of adding the more pressure from my body, I think I might have reopened it. Grunting while struggling to get back I roll up my pants meeting the dirtied white shirt I wrapped around my leg, now tainted with a dark red. Oh well, I can't really do anything about it. Ignoring the pain I limp around picking up the sticks and tossing them in a pile. Ok, I can do this right? Just rub two sticks together really fast and I should get a spark. Wait a minute! Don't I have a lighter? Reaching into my left pant pocket searching for the small item, feeling around I find it bringing it out, I exam it making sure that it would work. Ok, snapping my thumb against the small trigger making it flash an orangey red. Yes! Bringing up a large piece of wood, pressing it against the lighter it catches fire. Dropping it on the ground I throw in all the logs feeding the fire, making sure it grows giving me heat. Sighing at what I accomplished I lean back on a stone sticking out from the ground. Stretching out my injured leg I pull up the other leg bringing it close to me.
Why is this happening to me? Did I ever deserve this? Such pain? Being kicked out from my own home and forced to live out in the cold like this? To die? They told me I should die. My-my foster parents, I never knew my real parents, they died out in the cold. They were away celebrating my birth while I was at home, sleeping while my aunt looked after me. They-they got stuck, and were alone, alone to die, but they weren't alone though, they had each other. What about me? Who do I have? No one, my aunt had no right to keep me and felt bad that her sister and brother-in-law died like that and sent me to an orphanage, then sending me to them. I hate them; they were so mean to me, not caring about me at all! I stayed out late today studying at a friends house then coming home an hour after I was due for preparing dinner. They were so upset that I had disobeyed their orders, yet again, and forced me out of their home. And that's why I'm here, all alone, maybe left to die. Just like my parents, only, I'm alone.
Hearing the wind howl outside and the wind whistle through the trees, the eerie creaking sounds of branches being snapped and leaves being blown. Crackling of the fire brought me to look at it. The flames as they reach higher and higher, only going back down and starting over to get as high as they could. Almost dying out, I lightly toss another piece in keeping the fire alive. I had to keep it alive, with only that as my life, my warmth, I needed the fire and the fire needed me. And if the fire goes out, will I go out as well? I probably will, but do I even care? I hardly had a life; maybe this was meant to be? I don't know, too much thinking.
Hearing the sound of a mournful howl my ears perk up, holding my breath, so I can listen more closely to the sound I had just heard. Nothing, just the wind, and…thumping? Something was coming this way but the fire went out! I couldn't see anything! It was pitch black. Blinking a few times and crawling towards the shimmering snow I was able to see a bit. Crawling my way out of the small cave looking up my ruby eyes meet that of a blue moon, nothing more, that's it. Was it all in my head? Did I really hear that thumping?
Silence.
Ok? Maybe not.
Ok, awkward silence, nothing was making a sound, not a rustle form the leaves, or a hoot form an owl, nothing. I felt eyes lingering on me. Someone or something was watching me. Who? Or what? I slowly turn my head back looking curiously around for whatever that was staring at me. Nothing. I look slightly up and meet blue eyes.
Gorgeous blue eyes. They were as clear as snow, cold as snow, and yet, held the warmth of the blue sky. How could that be? Being warm and cold at the same time? Sure when with a fever, your temperature rising and yet shivering as if you were out in a snowstorm, but, its eyes. They were magnificent, held such purity and yet, had some sin in them.
Noticing a small growl emit from the figure I realized I was staring at a wolf! I started to panic backing away slowly. Dragging my damaged leg and my hands digging into the snow, freezing on spot. They were too numb! I couldn't move! Staring intently I knew my eyes were probably the size of dinner plates! I'm just so afraid! It's not even funny! What if I die? What if-if-I, I don't know I just can't! What meaning did my life mean!
The gray coloured wild animal looked down at me with such pity in its eyes. Pft, I don't need anyone's pity! I arched my eyes, still flaring fear, but I have to stay strong! A sudden pain came from behind me, my-my neck! Someone crashed like-like a big boulder against my head! It hurt, but as soon as the pain came, everything turned dark. I couldn't see anything, and I-I-I, felt so alone. I don't like it, I don't like this feeling, am-am I dead?
…Blue eyes…those were the last thing I saw…gorgeous blue eyes…ones that could see everything I was feeling…and everything I've been through.
To be continued…
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