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This story has not been edited yet.

This is a work of fiction where a name and a date has been borrowed by the author.

Type: First person, past tense, flash fiction

Status: Complete

Words in total: 1213

Author: SpasmoStar . All rights reserved

February 11th 2011

It all felt like a bad dream.

A bad dream I never awakened from.

It all started out as such a normal day; the golden winter sun beamed lazily through the window heating up my neck as I slowly ate my breakfast in the living room. The wind being blown in of the open window smelled fresh and clear.

I looked out the window behind me, squinting my eyes a little from the sun

It burned at the snow covered ground, making the endless gray winter sky look like something supernatural form a fantasy movie

This day looked good, and even though I knew it would be really cold the sun's warm beams begged me to go out, tasting the frozen air, feeling the soft snow under my feet, feeling the sun on my face

I chewed down the last spoonful of my breakfast and took my plate to the kitchen to clean it of in the clear water set to heat

In March spring would start sneaking in, the sun already knew that, but for now the ground would be covered it snow, chilling the air.

I let the water fall hot to my skin, heating me up from the tips of my fingers, up my arms

It seemed too fast that I had to pull out from washing my plate, the heat vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving my fingers feeling strangely cold even though they weren't

I went to my room, opened my closet and put on some slim-fit dark blue jeans, a long sleeved white shirt and on top of that I put my thick duvet jacket, with fake fur on the hood of it

Upon my feet I put my newly bought light-brown winter boots which ended right underneath my knee; inside them where wool from lamb, it heated my feet perfectly. My feet have always frozen easily, even in summer they tend to freeze.

I went to my back door and opened it; the sun had not fooled me The air was fresh and smelled like ice, the same smell that hits you when you open your freezer. The fresh wind blew playfully around me, tossing my hair lightly to the sides.

It felt wonderful out here

I stared amazed at the pure white snow reflecting the sun, becoming even whiter; looking like frozen sugar underneath me

This scenario looked so pure, so innocent, so tempting, so playful I ran out in it and tossed myself to the ground making a perfect snow angel, giggling with myself

Admitted; I have always been childish, with my behavior people would never guess me to be fifteen, but I was

I lay for a while letting the sun heat at my face, feeling the fresh air thrust carefully through my nose, past my throat, down my lungs, down to my stomach

Like the cool water I would usually drink in the summer, the air seemed to irrigate through my entire body making me feel chilly in a good way

Yes my favorite season was summer, but I loved the air in winter the most

The fresh, cooling and pure air, feeling like ice in the nostrils, making me snotty, making me blush

I got up again and started running through the woods at a steady pace, however it felt so heavy through this thick snow, as if the snow was challenging me; telling me I could never run through it; but I could and I would

I ran until I came out in the woods

I playfully swirled around in the woods and stretched my arms out hitting on the snow covered branches; the cold ice melted on my hot fingers and made them freeze, I ran a few steps more before slowing down to a walk

I looked upon the gray sky with the beaming winter sun, shading my eyes with my right hand; the sun was smiling down at me, heating up my chilled body, it gave me a lust to want to be up there, in the never ending heat.

I felt my body building up with energy again and ran on, up and down hills, slipping and falling every now and then, but never caring to stop, the energy was filling up inside of me making my positive, but invisible, glow compete with the rays of the sun

The never ending landscape was right ahead of me, begging me to continue, though in reality I ought to get home really

Today was my birthday, how could anything ever go wrong on such a day?

I felt so invincible this day, like I could do anything, so I let the never ending, pure landscape lure me on, further and further into the woods, until suddenly I was so high uphill, and had no idea where I was. Yet I was lured on

Further and further up, deeper and deeper to the woods, running in joy, slipping in the snow, giggling with myself. It had been forever since I had played in the snow last time

The landscape kept stretching out in front of me, never ending, equal, mixing with the sky

I could feel tiredness entering my body, dots started dancing in front of my eyes, the light gray sky turned white and blended with the snow.

Where was I?

Could I even remember which way I had come from?

I turned around in my tracks, walking backwards looking at the path I had come from. My footprints were so alone here, so most likely I could just follow them back.

I was about to turn back around and watch my steps again when I stumbled over something hard

A tree root

It send me sideways down hill, twisting my angle with a scary cracking sound, aching all the way up to my knee, up to my groin making me scream in pain as I kept falling downwards

My angle hurt so much and fell sloppy behind me as I kept rolling downwards, downwards, getting covered in the freezing white, which seemed cruel rather than pure at this moment

It soaked through my slim-fit jeans, biting at my legs, biting in my head, tossing itself inside of my mouth as I screamed louder still

It melted cold on my tongue, piling up in my throat, sneaking underneath my jacket soaking my neck and chest

Endlessly I fell, downwards. Downward the steep hill until suddenly; impact

I had fallen hard on the thin ice, barely landing safely before it cracked underneath my weight, throwing me down the icy cold water. I swallowed hard, kicking and hitting feverishly in the water soaking me, stabbing with it's icy cold at every inch of my flesh

Soaking through to my bones, making me freeze and cramp The currency of the water was taking me further and further away, down stream. My broken angle ached every time I kicked

My body froze and tensed up

I tried knocking hard on the ice, but it was out of reach

I accidentally swallowed the water again, and fell further and further away with the stream

No hope

No life

Just coldness stinging through my body, stiffening me up, freezing me down

In the end; my body was never found