Rants: I tried to work on my Resident Evil fic but only to find it useless as I was on Writer's Block. But I'll do this Fic in the meantime.

And just heads up. Future scenes of this story contains violence, okay? Hope you guys are up for it. Deaths related and all that. I mentioned before. This story is very dark.

If you guys want music to listen to with this chapter, there's "Place in this world" by Michael W Smith.

Existence
Chapter Five: Snowflake Scars
By: AlienSnowflake (Formerly PPLyra)

It was Sunday.

The sun flickered through the small gap between the dark blue curtains. Elsa growled in frustration, trying to block the sun rays with her forearm, realizing that the rays were shooting straight at her eyes. I should get another pair of curtains to block that mother-fucking sun! She sat up, trying to focus her eyes from the white spots she could see from the sun rays. She then looked at her small clock that was placed on top of her drawer. It was 10:12AM. She yawned and stretched her body, realizing it was Sunday. Damn it. Why am I so freakin' tired when I slept the whole of Saturday?!

Elsa stood up from her bed and looked at her mirror. It was covered with small dirt and fingerprint marks. She brushed her bangs with her fingers to make it look clean. She may slept the whole day of Saturday, but she doesn't have bad bed hair. Her long braid was still in good condition. The outfit she wore was still the same one she had worn last Friday. She didn't wear anything new since she was too lazy. When weekends came, she just lay on her bed and wait for dinner after school on Fridays. She then sleeps the whole day of Saturday and does laundry on Sunday, her homework and play her 3DS. But this weekend was different. Not only because her 3DS was broken, but her homework was already done. She spent the lunchtimes at the school library rather than going to the lunch room.

Elsa pulled open her curtains and looked outside. It was a sunny day. Not a grey cloud to be seen. Perfect day to do her laundry.

After a few moments of collecting her dirty clothes off the floor and her stained gloves, she placed them inside a white basket, which had small broken handles. A few of her clothes were still on the floor. Those were the sort of in good condition but still acceptable to wear clothes. She then removed her flannel shirt to put it inside the basket. The only thing that covered her upper body now was the shirt inside that she wore. It was a sleeveless black shirt and white skulls with red roses were seen. She unwrapped her gauzed palms and saw they were still healing. They still hurt, but she can bare the pain.

On her way to the hallway, she found the house empty. She didn't mind as it was always like that on Sundays. Her father goes to work and gets home before twilight. She has the whole place to herself.

The Ice Queen closed her bedroom door. Sound of ice cracking and breaking were heard as the door was being forcedly pulled closed. She groaned in frustration then made her way towards the kitchen then placed the laundry basket onto the dinner table as there was a plate seen there, also a pile of dirty clothes. She took the clothes to her basket and grabbed the plate. There were chocolate buttons there. Papa must've left them here... She placed some in her mouth and others she left to eat later.

On the way out of the kitchen, she made her way to a small closet to get a small brush, a box of detergent powder and a bucket. She went outside and turned on a tap that was located next to the doorway. Water splashed down the bucket, soaking half of her pants. Fucking hell! She suddenly stood up and then folded the soaked parts of her pants. Water dripped on the sides but she ignored it. "Not a good start of my Sunday..." she said aloud to herself. Once adding soap into the mixture, she brushed the clothes and some good froth of bubbles were seen.

After three hours of doing the laundry, she put everything away. Making sure there was no mess where she done her washing. The clothes that were hanged on the clothesline were gently getting dried. She turned her whole body to see the view of her backyard. It looked the same as always. There was a huge lake there and a forest. It was a very muddy lake, especially when it rained overnight. But since the rain hasn't passed, the lake wasn't wet like a swamp. It looked normal. Elsa walked around it and made her way to the forest. It was deep. If you had no experience there, you'd get lost. But Elsa always visit there and can get out with her eyes closed. The forest was her place in this world.

A place where she felt like she was home.

A place where she belonged.

A place where she could be free.

She went to the deeper side of the forest and sat herself beside a big tree and looked up. Mama... She sighed. I hope you can hear me. I'm sorry, okay? She sniffled. I know you wanted me to go on, b.. but I just can't... She looked down at her wrists. Scars shaped like snowflakes were all she could see. I know I promised myself to stop this, but- She started to hiccup, yet no tears seemed to be forming. I.. I haven't cut myself since you gave that 3DS... Are you p.. proud?... But since it's broken... I can't seem to... to... stop thinking about h.. hurting myself again! Her arms began to tremble. I just... I just want to see you again, Mama... I want to caress you... I want you to tell me that it's going to be okay... She sighed, but it's not okay... I.. It's not the same.. without you here.. I.. I'm scared.. She opened her right hand and was still damp from the earlier washing. Wrinkles from using water for a long time were seen. She saw bits of opened wound from yesterday and ice started to form on her palms. "It's not okay, Mama! I need you!" I want to... hurt myself to feel better...There was a sudden winced of pain she felt inside her palm. Nggghhh! The blade of ice she wanted wasn't forming. Instead, blood was oozing out her palms, along with bits of ice were spiking out from the slits. "Fuuuuuck!" she cried out in pain.

Elsa stood up and shook her injured hand. Looking at it again, the ice was gone, only to see blood splatters on her palm. "That hurt! What the hell?!" She wiped the blood off her palms with her pants and walked back to her house. Guess I better wait until these wounds are healed. Never seen anything like this before.

On her way home, she realized staying in the house for the rest of the afternoon was going to be boring, so she decided to get out of the house and visit the city. She unfolded her pants and they were sort of dry. The sun was still out so she didn't bother to wear any jacket. It wasn't really cold. Her body was already immune to the cold.

The cold never bothered her anyway.

Before going to the city, she packed a juice box with her. She stabbed the juice box with the straw and started to sip it. She made sure all the doors were locked in the house and made her way to the city. It takes a while for her to go there, but walking all the way there doesn't matter to her. It usually takes her an hour of walking to go there, but since she always go there every Sunday, she was used to it.

The city was filled with people today because it was sunny out, but the wind was slightly cold. Elsa was walking with her hands inside her pockets and looked at the ground as she walked. A few people walked pass her and bump her shoulder or arm. She sighed in frustration, just wanting to blast ice at them, but with the cold wind, the people doesn't seem to realize the chills they get when Elsa walk passed them. But doing such violence won't do a thing, so she just left them be. In the corner, next to the busy bus station, she spotted her favourite shop to visit. She never went inside it as she was too afraid that kids or other people will make fun of her.

So instead, she was only there for window shopping.

She looked up and gazed at the window. She gasped in shock. There was something there that had caught her eyes. The look on her face was something extra-ordinary. She placed her hands onto the glass window and stared in awe at the item that was displayed on the shop's window. It was sky-blue coloured. It looked like a fox. It has light-blue pointy ears. It was none other than a Glaceon plush toy. It also had other Pokemon stuff toys there, but the Glaceon one caught Elsa's attention. Her fingers started to shake violently, like she wanted to just grab the toy, but she couldn't. She had no money. Asking her father won't even help. His money every week only goes for the house's mortgage, the electricity, water supplies and food they eat. She was poor. She knew she couldn't get it, no matter how hard she tried. Getting a job was impossible. She had tried doing so, but they all turned her down because she looked very cold.

Her knuckles were turning white. Ice began to form around her palms. When she heard ice cracking on the glass, she moved back and more ice appeared on the glass from her dangerous actions. Anxious, she ran away. Tears dropped down her eyes and she zoomed passed people.

You coward... She sniffled. You're a fucking coward who can't even control her fucking powers!

By the time she went home from window shopping, it was almost sunset. But made in time before she realized her father was close to home.

On the other end, Anna was wrecking her brain, trying to finish her homework. She rapidly pressed her computer's keyboard to get some writing done. She hated homework. She really did. She always do them in the last minute and always regret it. "Damn it!" she shouted out loud, straining her brain. "Where'd my weekend go?!" She then wailed. "I wasn't ready, give it back!"

To be continued...

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-AlienSnowflake (Formerly PPLyra.)