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A mixture of ice and snow blanketed the semi-frozen, forest ground. The ice was like razors on my bare feet. The crisp, December air burned my lungs and stung my skin. My feet thudded rhythmically against the ground. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Every part of me wanted to give up—to stop, but I couldn’t. My feet, now numb to the slashes, left footprints of blood that trailed behind me—a perfect path for him to follow. The black, moonless night made me feel more alone than the sound of my own shallow breathing, but I wasn’t alone. I would never be alone because no matter where I ran, or where I tried to hide, he wouldn’t stop until he caught me, and I was dead. What had I gotten myself into? I saw the end, a string of street lights that …show more content…
If I could go back and stop myself from ever pulling that lever, I would. I would go back to living my paycheck to paycheck life, making minimum wage at the casino. I would give anything to make this nightmare end. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I was suddenly snapped back to reality when my foot tangled with a branch that stuck out from the ground, causing me to tumble down the hill and hit every piece of the forest on the way. Blood oozed from a jagged gash that formed on my forehead. My body was beaten and bruised. I lay there, at the bottom of the hill, praying that none of this was real—but it was. This living nightmare had only just begun. Then, he appeared. I stumbled to my feet and began to run again, forgetting all the pain as best as I could. I had to wipe my face a few times to keep the blood out of my eyes. I was so close to civilization—so close to life—that tears filled my eyes, giving me the hope and strength that I needed to make it. A gunshot rang through the forest breaking the familiar silence I had gotten used to. I screamed, knowing I was as good as dead. My body tense and I held my breath, preparing for the bullet to pierce my flesh, but it never did. I was frozen with fear--too terrified to turn and see what had happened. Not leaving anytime to spare, I started to run again. Not just from him--no-- I was running from myself. My mistakes. My life. Who I had …show more content…
I promise!” he said, “After you left the casino, I went over to your apartment. Your car was there, but you weren't and your door was kicked open. I looked everywhere for you! Then I noticed that the back window what open and the screen was busted through. And when I saw footprints leading into the forest behind your complex, I followed them. I saw blood and I panicked, so I started running. I got to the hill, and I saw a man with a gun. He was hired by the old man from the casino to kill you and get the money back. When I saw you frozen in your tracks, I knew he was going to kill you. I had to stop it, so I pulled out my gun and shot him in the back of the
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
“Are you who I think you’re?” I regained my thoughts and stopped what I was about to do. I gently turned around and a stream of sweat rolled down my face. This man was studying my face extremely closely, too close for comfort. “You're the one who saved that guy from drowning in this exact river” I froze, not knowing how to respond.
Looking upon the huge hill, a great, enormous, mass of snow, I was overwhelmed by the sheer size of the hill. It was my first blue square course, an intermediate level. I felt thrilled, excited, scared,
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I kept my hopes, dreams, and childhood memories. His words could not devour me there, and his violence could not poison my soul because I was in my own world, away from this reality. When it was all over, and the only thing left were bruises, tears, and bleeding flesh, I felt a relief run through my body. It was so predictable. For there was no more need to recede, only to recover. There was no more reason to be afraid; it was over. He would feel sorry for me, promise that it would never happen again, hold me, and say how much he loved me. This was the end of the pain, not the beginning, and I believed that everything would be all right.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
As the life was slowly being drained from the sky, the snow began to fall. Snow, like soldiers in battle getting slaughtered and left to rot on the battlefield. The innocent army began to impale itself into the ground, with the only hope of survival was to die. An army whose uniform was covered in the blood of its previous owner. When it coated the earth, the snow was almost turning the bloodsoaked ground pure with the colour of its flesh.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The dry snow crunched under my heavy footsteps as more of the crystal flurried down forming a blanket of powder. I felt the arctic air whistle past when my friend began complaining of his waning energy supply. It was a long day because of all the shopping that had to be done for the holidays. We just returned from an exhausting trip to the mall and decided to stop by Red Mango for some nourishment. We were starving.
My companion and I set off again into the bone-chilling trails of the Yukon. During our journey the man steps on a soft and unbroken patch in the snow, showing no signs of water underneath. But this time, it was his turn to plunge in the icy water, but he wets himself halfway up the knee. He shrieks unhappy about breaking through the soft and unbroken snow.
When I shake the hair of my head, all the leaves fall from the trees. When my breath blows the leaves are carried away and snow comes silently to envelope the land like a great, white blanket. The shivering world turns barren under my cold stare. The birds fly to distant lands and the animals hide deep within their burrows. Everyone hides from the cold that I bring to the land, which bites with teeth sharp as a bear.
Looking down the hole that led to nowhere, I could taste the bitterness of my fate; the sour spit that hunger had released into my dry mouth drizzled around in an uncontrolled manner. My stomach churned and my intestines were strangled, as though a snake had twirled around them and slit them with its sharp and jagged teeth releasing a strong poison that irritated the surface of my innards.
...ed, blood curdling screams surround me and pain fills my head, giving me an indescribable headache. I am not alone here. My skin, still red from the ice, is turning more black than before. An epiphany hits me and I think, knowing this is where the burns are from.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
It was freezing outside. We should have stayed on the trail. Instead of taking the safe path, we left the trail and went on an adventure to see the rest of the snow covered forest. Despite our parents warnings, we went out almost a mile into the thickest part of the forest and ignored all the obvious danger signs such as creeks and streams being completely frozen as well as trees that had clearly fallen recently as a result of being overburdened under the immense weight of snow being piled up on their branches. Quite some time after nobody recognized the surrounding area, we decided it would probably be in our best interest to retrace our steps and attempt to follow our fresh path in the snow, however, none of us knew of the impending danger;