So, guys, I wrote this for a journal prompt in English. Basically we had to write a story displaying emotional and psychological states through "showing" and not telling. Therefore I wrote a scene that appears much later in the NaNoWriMo I'm working on... It appears much, much later in the story, but I just had to write it. Also, StarKid owns "Not Alone." Enjoy!
The remaining slush that insisted on clinging around at the beginning of March gave a satisfying crunch under her feet as she tramped across the field. With each step, she imagined the faces of the twins below her feet, screaming as she crushed their noses with her heavy boots. Her skin cried in agony, turning red as blood rushed in an attempt heat her body up. The red blended in with her blotchy, puffy face, and soon she looked like a ripe tomato.
I've been surrounded by darkness ad I've seen how heartless the world can be…
Falling. Falling. Numbness. Darkness.
I still have trouble. I trip and stumble trying to make sense of things sometimes…
Her face stung with hurt. For a few seconds, she stayed there, letting the blinding ice create a soundproof wall around her. Now she faced the blinding sun, letting slush and mud seep through her clothes and hair. The wood of her broom creaked in protest as her knuckles turned bone-white. The pit in her stomach rose. Breakfast was going to come up, or she was going to let out a strangled cry. Either would suffice.
And I've seen you crying. You felt like it's hopeless.
The pit rose to her chest and caught in her throat. The harsh wind caressed and slapped her all at once. Eyelashes stuck together like glue. Blink. Stick. Blink. Stick.
No blinking- only a descent to darkness. Heavy breathing. Mute screams. Raw skin. No feeling. Footsteps. Crunch. Crunch.
… Footsteps?
Baby you're not alone, 'cause you're here with me. And nothing's ever gonna bring us down 'cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you, and you know it's true.
Numbness. Light as a feather and furrowed brows. There were underwater voices that were murky and incomprehensible. Her eyes fluttered opened and she caught a vision of flames. They were warm, reminding her of hot cider on a cold winter night. Curling herself toward the warmth, she sighed and whispered the only name that came to mind. "Fred."
It don't matter what'll come to be- our love is all we need to make it through.
Read and Review please!
~Larcian~