24th February 2011, 07:41 PM #1
So, this is not done yet, apparently. Not sure what I'm going for, but I thought I should just post here.
x f r o s t b i t t e n x
The angel white powdery snow slowly froze my hand as I sat in the middle of my spacious backyard, staring up into the silver skies. Snow was fiercely pelting down from the sky, furthering my freezing feeling. I didn’t care at this point; I was in love with snow. I loved to watch the snowflakes drift down to their death before my own eyes. I absentmindedly gazed up, not noticing the small pile of snow gathered up around my frostbitten hands. I was getting uncomfortable due to the bitter temperatures surrounding me, so I lay down, letting the snowy grass hit the back of my head. I didn’t care. I watched the morning skies fade into a darker afternoon. Snow surrounded my body, and I felt myself slowly die under the impact. The blizzard increased its intensity, causing me to be completely enclosed in darkness. I was dying.
I jumped from my nightmare, feeling it fade from my mind as I opened my eyes in shock. I was safe. I was alive. Swiftly looking around me, I noticed that my backyard was enveloped in snow. It was just a dream. I sat on my comfortable bed in silence and solemnity, grasping the remnants of memories from my nightmare. Why was I letting myself die like that? I didn’t seem to care in the dream that I was painfully drifting to my death. These thoughts crowded my mind for the remainder of the snowy morning. I didn’t dare to look outside my fingerprinted window, for the frightening thoughts floated back into my mind. I felt the blizzard on my pale, cold face again. I felt the horrifying feeling of death. Slow, painful death.
I was getting paranoid of it all. I needed to stop. I ran into my room, looking swiftly around. I stared at myself in the mirror, watching my pale, scared face. My cerulean blue eyes darted everywhere; I somehow felt like I was in the snow again, dying. My coffee brown hair swept back and forth due to my double taking. I felt trapped in my thoughts. There was no escaping. It was as if I was surrounded by translucent glass walls, only leaving my screaming soul and the blur of my surroundings. I felt nothing but my rapid heartbeat as I helplessly shrieked.
The light rings of my aged telephone caused me to jump. The walls crumbled from around me, but my body still felt numb and bitter cold. The blur of my once safe and harmless room faded, and my sanity returned. Each subdued ring slowly calmed me down. I wasn’t planning on picking up; I was still too scared to move my feet. I still felt the icy snow against my pale, cold skin.
The ringing stopped. I quickly held my breath, waiting for another ring, even though I knew that it had ended. I felt warmth spread across me, but I was still frozen at the spot. I couldn’t believe how much I was overreacting. It was like I was going through the dream again, like my mind was being stolen and controlled by the thought of my deliberate death.