A small girl lay defeated in the cold Winter's snow. Sorrow dripping from her as more snowflakes dropped from the clouds above her. A house glowing red and black, bursting with flames. Crumbling, alive although dying out.
"Papa, please don't make me do this" a curtain of blue hair surrounded the girl's frightened face.
"Sir, that girl is our last option" An apologetic soldier added. Clearly hating the words as much as the rest of them.
"I can't do anything! It's Felix!" the girl burst into a fresh set of tears.
"Sweetie, Felix will look after you. You'll be okay. I promise." The man's gentle hand rested upon the girl's bony shoulder. And with a heartbroken look, the general agreed to the plan, his voice barely heard through his beautiful daughter's tears.
"Hey! This ain't some goddam walk in the park! Move!" The girl's uniform was drenched in mud and sweat, as she heaved herself up the wall. Rain poured (across) upon/onto her face as her foot lost its ground. She quickly caught her balance though, before the solider could call her out on it.
"You're strong Alice...you, you can do anything" a man sat slumped against the ground, pure agony filling his expression. With his abdomen torn, blood as red as wine leaked onto the cold floor below.
"No! First my parents then my uncle then my sister and now you?" Both dried and wet tears lined her face, her body shaking.
"Go find Ashley, you need to shut this place down Alice." His tired words were barely audible, the girl grasping to every single one.
"No! You have to come with me!" The girl's tiny voice rang out throughout the man's ears.
"Sweetie, you know I can't. You need to go. Find Ashley" he repeated, an invisible rope tightening around his neck. The sobbing girl wrapped her arms around the man as he silently passed away into her arms.
Snow.
I continued to walk down the pathway. White death lined streets, dimming street lights to a dirty yellow. Trees striped of their protection down to their very roots.
My feet are soaked, ached and bruised from the cold. My bare arms, an array of colours, blue and purple clawing its way agonisingly up my thin shoulders.
I don't care one bit.
I should, I could have saved him,
He didn't deserve to die.
Breathing is painful through my contracting lungs. And it's then that the thoughts hit me.
What does it matter?
I'm so cold. So tired, .
I just…
My knees buckled under my sheer weight, even though my bones are brittle, and stuck out like a raincloud on a clear day,
I know I can't fall.
Because once I fall, I'll never muster the strength to get up again.
"I'm sorry" I whispered, words nobody would ever hear.
Yet the apology lay to so many people, so many loved ones.
There were too many.
The fall was enough to grey out what was left of my vision.
In my last seconds,
a mute couple ran past, and don't even consider looking in my pitiful direction. I see a woman. A man. Roaring lights and sirens. More and more of them came.
They were running.
Running away from me.