by empunich; » Tue Jan 13, 2015 12:12 am
My aunty called my story weird and dark ;-; nggghhh... She really hurt my feelings and didn't apologise here's what I have her to read:
The endless frozen landscape greets my eyes, it's blurry image fragmented by the seeting sun. It remains still, hungrily awaiting the sun to complete it's slow decent below the horizon, hoping desperately to claim another lost
and lonley soul.
I close my eyes, my will broken, alost as if I expected that this horror story would fade away back into the reality I knew so well. My bedroom, with peeling blue wallpaper with patches of mould up near the weather worn windows. The oaken rim around them shimmering in the warm glow from the sunlight and the rickety desk, sitting in the corner pilled high
with stacks of notes and books. I reopen my eyes and stare blnkly down the seemingly infinante plateu of ice. The moon silhouettes my body onto the cool ground, my shadow copying my every move, like some sort of creepy puppet
dance. I rise back onto my feet, hpoing to bring some amount of warmth into my long frozen joints. My shadow follows me as I begin to walk into nihility, I drag my tired feet across the ground, the physical exertion and the glacial temperature
getting to me. My eyes sting and my entire body is racked with pain with every step I take. I breath through my nose, in fear that opening my mouth will burn my lungs and freeze my throat. I look back up at the horizon, the sun now barley
visable above the skyline. I fold my arms over my chest in a feeble attempt to store body heat. My mind, which would usually be buzzing with questions and confusion, remains quiet, offering no encouragement or help. How I got here, is to much for my brain to even attempt to guess, but I am here... Dying, and that, for now, is all I need to know. My eyes remain staring dead ahead, from both being painful for me to move them and fear that the now full moon will absorb my soul as I collapse and lay motionless on the ice. I swallow hard and my throat burns from the lack of liquid, I feel like death wouldn't be the worst option at the moment, but the few memories I have, and the fact that everything expect my brain is telling me to keep going, is enough to force me forwards, even besides the pain.
This is how people are driven mad isn't it? I think to myself, isolation, starvation, dehydration and a constant echo of screams bounding through your head... Wonderful. Now the fact that I am convinced that I am going mad, I actually might
start to lose my sanity. And to think I was such an obsessionist of Antarctica. Ha, welcome to paradise!
***
My breathing begins to sound shaky and rough and my arms are practically frozen together at this point. If I could descibe
any place on Earth as Hell... This would most definitly be it. the moon seemingly dances mockingly in front of my face, as if to tease me. It's practically saying: "you can see me, but you'll never catch me." A sudden gust of frosty wind blows over me, as if Antarctica was trying to embrace me, and not in a friendly way. The sun had encouraged me to move on, how stupid I felt to trust the sun. I could picture it laughing at me now, teasing about what a waste of time it had been since the moon was basically luring me into a frozen death bed. I think I just personified the sun and moon... Maybe I'm already insane? The blast of frozen air stings my uncovered face and my stomach lurches with every individual step I take. My breathing worsens and the air around me seems to suddenly turn solid and unbreathable. I struggle to catch my now excruciatingly painful breathing.
