Snow and Sky

Have you ever noticed how snow falls in clumps? Some little flurries float lazily to the ground, yet some chunks fall like bricks out of the sky. It is like they are all in a race to the end of their life. Some are floating around, waiting for a purpose, not really doing anything in their lives, and others are bustling about, racing for the front, absolutely positive that they can do anything they put their mind to. Those little frozen rain flakes are a lot like people; they have diversity, different minds, yet they have the same general shape and composure. Why do I relate everything to people? I think I will answer that myself, I am lonely. And cold.

I am very, very, very cold. I think those chill-bumps are permanent. I can't move my face. I can't feel my face. I feel like I am watching the snow fall from something different, like a dream. Maybe this is a dream! No, I couldn't feel if this was a dream. I wouldn't feel this shaking feeling, and I wouldn't be thinking.

I feel trapped. A single white snow flake flutters on to my nose. The flake doesn't disappear instantly though, it slowly melts into my skin, disappearing into the chill air. I wonder if anyone would find me. I've never had the chance to play in the snow, as a child I was too busy playing with toys, as an adult I was too busy trying to get a job and trying to escape a facility, and now, I am too busy freezing to death.

The snow chunks are so accustomed to my skin that everything else feels like a burning flame. I can't see far, the snow flurries took care of that, but I can still look up. The gray sky covers the sun, the white snowflakes flutter to the ground, and that's it.

Snow and sky.

That is all I see. I used to see more, adventure, psychics, but now, I see snow and sky. There is nothing else to worry about, just snow and sky. There are many different names for snow. Snow, flurries, iced raindrops, corn flakes from the sky. I guess I have many names too. As a child, a nerd, as an adult, a murderer, and now, a wanderer. I wander the sky, the snow, and my thoughts, all while staying in one place. I am surrounded. My back is in the snow, my mind is in snow too.

I have so many questions. How did I get here? Why did I come here? What did I do to come here? Another little iced raindrop falls onto my eyelashes. The answers are simple. The days in the field were few, I knew my way out, but the days searching the world were many. Every house I came to every street I crossed, was empty. Empty, empty, empty. I hate that word. The solemn meaning behind it. The pronunciation. Empty. Gone. Lonely. Lost. I was lost, I am lost, even though I knew where I was going. Even though I know where I was going. I don't feel lost now, even though I am.

The snow dances around in the sky, each with their own tempo, their own beat. They flutter and fly, they dance and waltz, drifting through the air like little masquerade dancers, never revealing their true potential until they reach the ground and show where they belong. I've noticed in my short life that everything has a story and a secret. Maybe small, maybe large, maybe even something they don't know yet. I was never a people person, I was more of a drifting snow flurry, catching onto the rides that the others created, never making something of my own.

I always thought of inanimate objects as people. Real living things. No, calling them people would be offensive. People don't listen, people don't think, people aren't as good as you think. These snow flurries, they don't scream at you or call you names or force you to test. They simply go along with their lives and drift about.

I wish I were a corn flake from the sky. I wish I could float lazily down to the ground, watching the world as it passes by, every day getting closer and closer to the day I live for. The day of my purpose; landing. But, one thing about a snowflake is that they have to start all over again. After they reach their destination, they sit for a while, then they change into something else. They float back up and start the fall back over again. I don't like starting over.

The tank top I wear doesn't help the freezing cold snow. Now, I am not only cold, but also very, very wet. The snow down here isn't as fresh, it isn't as confident. They feel that their lives are over and their fun times of dancing in the sky are over.

I guess my life is over too.

No one else will find me, I never found anyone else. As far as I know, I am the last person on the Earth. The last representation of the dead race. You know, I think I am glad that they're gone. Some were monstrous, some were insane, yet some, very few, were beautiful on the inside. They were compassionate, selfless, and truly beautiful. Not like me. I am a murderer. I killed the exact object of my hatred, yet it forgave me. Sigh. I wish I could apologize. But, I can't go back. My time is near. My thoughts are barely straight. I look for one last time back up at the sky.

Hello, sky. Hello, snow.

I have to say good bye to you. One little snowflake settles itself on my cheek and slowly melts, as of kissing me goodbye.

Goodbye, snow. Goodbye, sky.

The freezing death slowly crawls over me, and I stop resisting it. I need to say goodbye now. I close my eyes one last time, but suddenly something makes me open them. I still see sky, I still see snow, but there is something else. A faint blue light reflects off of the glistening snowflakes. A sweet voice penetrates the silence that has conquered me for so long. The voice sees me and rushes to my side, but I have already resisted, I have already said goodbye. I am already gone.


A/N

Tada! The next chapter! What I find funny is that I have never really seen snow before, but I have read a lot of books on it, so I hope I described it well!

The author of the day is... Aradien and her story Down to the Marrow! Yay!

Please review! They are greatly appreciated!