Author's note: Hello, sorry that it's been long, my mom's been working on the computer so I haven't been able to upload:/ but here it is chapter 4 enjoy:)
So Cold Chapter 4
Snow can sometimes be innocent, but it's always cold.
When I stepped outside the bunker that had held me for so long, I felt so happy I wanted to scream. If I'm so happy, why do I feel like I'm being shipped off to my death.
The car ride is long and I start to drift off when there's nothing left to see in the landscape. Just empty acres and occasional trees.
I wake up in the same position that I fell asleep in, but now my fingers have curled into knuckles. My face is cold with sweat. My face is always cold nowadays, but this time, it feels like it's frozen. I must have had a nightmare. Huh, I don't even remember what it was.
The guards that sit at both my sides don't make any comment on how I slept, so I hope I didn't thrash too much. That would have been inconvenient. I don't get any glares, so I assume I'm good.
No one has said a word since I woke up, and I'm getting anxious. Usually, I like silence, but usually I'm alone in a square room with gray walls. So I decide to say something for a change.
"So, where are we heading?" I ask. No response except for Mr. Wind, who taps the dashboard and keeps driving in silence. We pull in on a gas station that seems pretty much deserted.
Mr Wind and the two guards step out. I go to walk out too, maybe to stretch my arms, but they slam the doors and before I can open them again, the lock is on. I frown at this and cross my hands. They're probably still pissed from that time when I kicked them in the knees and ran down the halls, heading for freedom. If it isn't obvious enough already, I got caught before I could even reach the door.
I didn't get food for a week after that incident. How I stayed alive for that long is still a mystery to me.
I start wondering what day it is? what month? What year? I have no idea where I am, when I am, or who I am.
When we leave the gas station, the guards are back by my sides, equally as talkative as , meaning: not at all.
After about two hours of driving in utter and maddening silence, we drive into a town. I don't catch the name, but try to focus on the surroundings. It's hard because one: The bulky men sitting beside me, and two: most of the town is covered in snow. I can barely decipher the small houses through all the layers of snow.
Suddenly we stop, and the guards prepare themselves for leaving. They put thick coats on and clamp tiny golden name tags onto their shirts. I can only see one of their names, the one on my left. When they are up and ready, I try not to smile at these ridiculous outfits. They both look like the abominable snowman, but with a hint of human flesh somewhere in between.
They close the doors behind them and when I go to look into my duffle bag for warmer clothes, I realize that we're driving away from them. I look back and see them enter a store called The North Pole Toy Shop. I wonder how it got that name.
So, that's it and more to come:) Thanks for reading, reviewing, following or favoriting.
