A.N Okayyy sooo I read a drabble... h t t p : / / a n g e l k i t t y 0 7 4 . d e v i a n t a r t . c o m /art/Gentle-Storm-297489126? (Take out em spaces XD) and then wellll I was hit by this thing called 'inspiration'! This drabble is REALLY weird... so it's okay if you don't understand it! I'm sorry it's short! It's a drabble!
Rapid breathing, his heart pounds heavily, he curls up in a fetal position.
Footsteps…
Thud…
Thud…
Thud thud…
Shards of ice trickle down his cheeks. Ice cold – that is what everything feels like.
He lets out a strangled cry when he sees the other drawing near. His eyes widen, pupils dilated, his eyes glassy almost as if the hands of death were touching him, strangling him slowly.
With each step a bomb ticks…
He breathes…
A scream that never sounds…
Those cold hands touching him… He tries to breathe, tries to get away from them. He finds their cold hands on him.
A cold sting to his already battered body. He didn't care, each day it gets worse, he's freezing up inside worse all the time. He never understands why he always forgives, always smiles, always pretends that it's alright. He embraces those hands that harm him, he embraces that knife that cuts him. He lets those fists imprint him until purple flowers grow on him. He is so cold, their voice is always laced with snow, there is no fire. Many a time he tries to light a fire, but there is just too much snow. The fire is now frozen. There are times when the fire seems to be melting the ice around it, however it never seems to work.
He is weakened. So he just lets those hands freeze him. He lets them tease him, lets them tickle him, lets them pinch him, lets them pull him like a puppet. [He lets them break him.] Many a time he tries to understand them, but they won't let him understand, they won't open their icy gates to let him into the winter world.
He longs to go into that winter world, to play on those rides. To taste the glistening snow, to let those snowflakes settle on him.
He feels something warm. [Or it should have felt warm]
But it is still cold inside for him, the lukewarm liquid runs down his cheek, he barely notices it.
"It's just stress,"
A voice so hushed and crisp.
"As soon as things calm down, I'll be able to control myself better around you."
Suddenly the fire burns. It burns so much that the ice starts to melt and become water. Suddenly he is drowning. He is drowning in everything he has known. He is drowning in the lies that he was frozen in. This fire was burning, burning so much it hurt. Suddenly he wanted the ice back. All he sees is red.
He's scared.
It is too warm. [But he wants it too.]
He desperately reaches out to that warmth, the fire that was frozen. Suddenly those icy doors opened. He is allowed to go on those rides he so desires to play on.
"You won't have to,"
A flicker of hope…
Molten gold…
Dangerous gold…
Glistening gold…
"Do you trust me?"
He's exiting that winter land… He's running. [From what? He doesn't even know.] He keeps running until the gates are no longer visible. Then suddenly he is wrapped with ice, his fire is freezing again. It is so cold. Just cold… As he stares into that molten gold.
He smiles… [bitterly]
He lets himself freeze though. He is frozen in every part but one...
"Yes."
A.N. I hope you guys were okay with it... I quoted from that fic coz I love it! :3333 It's just so fascinating! I had to have a go!~ All credit goes to Angel who had the original idea! 3 Love you my Honeyy :333