Author's Note: This is just a little something I came up with. I have plans to extend it into a story instead of working on my others since I have no idea where I want to go with them. Of course, I will try my best to work on the others. This story is sort of an escape and way for me to work on my writing style. Let me know what you think and if you would like me to extend this. Thank you for reading!
As the years pass by before my face
As wars rage before me
Finding myself in these last days of existence
This parasite inside me; I forced it out
In the darkness of the storm
Lies an evil
But it's me*
-Demise-
Pitter pat. Pitter pat.
Rain beat down upon the empty sidewalk, keeping the inhabitants of Shizume City inside their residences. A lone figure trudged on the road, arms wrapped around their small figure to hold in what little warmth the dirtied sweatshirt gave them. The faded and torn blue jeans that hung on the slim hips were tattered and worn. They were also soaked through and offered little protection against the biting wind. The figure turned into an alleyway, nearly tripping over a crack in the cement while doing so. They found a spot in the passage were the rain had yet to reach and sat down. The pale arms hugged the bloodied knees to the figure's chest, trying in any way to keep warm. The storm carried on, unrelenting and violent. The form started shivering, teeth chattering and crimson hair dripping water around them.
It was a brisk and chilling evening. The wind nipped at any exposed piece of skin; the rain soaked and froze what the air did not. The weather was not unusual for December. With only a drenched jacket for a shield against the glacial air, the figure would freeze to death before the sun rose the next morning. They knew what fate awaited them in the still-dropping temperature and surrendered. The head burrowed itself in the knees and, hoping that perhaps a miracle would happen, the teen waited for morning to come.
Later that night the redhead jerked awake, breath coming and leaving quickly. They watched as the small puffs of air rose and faded into the coldness. The figure shivered and drew their legs closer. It had only been two hours at most since they had plopped down at the spot. The sky was still pitch black; stars tried and failed to shine through the cloud cover. The rain had stopped sometime while they were asleep but the air was colder than before. The teen shuddered again. It was still quite a time until dawn would break. The gold eyes blinked slowly as a tiny white speck drifted down and landed on the gray concrete beside them. They stared at the snowflake as it melted into nothing more than a dark spot on the ground.
Snow...
The figure began to realize what was happening. A pale hand reached out, turning palm up to allow a white flake to land on the smooth skin. They were surprised at the frostiness of the tiny entity.
Cold. So cold…
The yellow eyes stared at the snowflake as it finally dissolved. A frown tugged at the lips.
Don't go…
The face changed into a sad expression. Tears welled at the corners of the golden eyes.
Gone… just like the rest…
The tears spilled over and streaked down the frozen cheeks. The tracks became frozen and the figure used a jacket-covered arm to scrub at their face. There was a quiet sniffle in the empty alleyway. The figure rested their head on their arms again and closed their watery eyes. A moment later, the breathing became steady as the figure slipped into unconsciousness.
I don't want…to be left alone…
* Poem written by Ben Moody. I do not claim credit. To hear it, try listening to the song 'Field of Innocence' by Evanescence.