Snow
[A/N: Uh . . . . no comment. I seem to be writing a lot, these days, anyways. And I wrote this in Spanish class this morning, when I was supposed to be researching Brazil.]
I cried. My hot tears fell from me, eluding my grasp, and fell to the ground.
The white snow was around me, merciless and freezing.
Ice Queen
.The words came to me unbidden.
Some guy . . . . . some guy from school had called me that.
Actually, his specific words were, 'That f---ked up Ice Queen bitch.' Because I didn't want to go on a date with him.
I reached out a hand, and touched a snowflake.
It was in the palm of my hand, just barely touching my fingertips for a second, so fragile and delicate.
And then it broke apart into a shower of broken fragments.
Like me. Like my dead soul. Like my conscience that had died so long ago.
I threw the shards of snow from me, and turned away, accidentally cutting my hand on a bit of brick.
"Ow!"
It hurt. Good to know that something in this world was real. Totally, living, breathtakingly real with pain.
I brought my hand to my mouth, and tried to warm my fingers so I could see how badly I'd scraped myself.
Copper. The blood had that taste. The same warm, earthy taste that it always had in battle.
I began to laugh, something deep within me twisting and curdling at myself. My stupid, screwed up soul.
The snow came down again, in its showers of pure white.
And when another snowflake hit my hand, it came away crimson.
Soiled with blood. My blood.
The filth of the things that I'd done.
I cried. My hot tears fell from me, eluding my grasp, and fell to the ground.
The white snow was around me, merciless and freezing, turning crimson with my blood.
[A/N: Well? Uhrm, since I'm a modest person, 'mail me at anifuture@hotmail.com. All flames will be used against you in the Prozac Unit series. And my insanity in general is hosted at http://anifuture.hypermart.net.]