Cold

It’s so damn cold, and this forest seems to go on forever. This frozen wonderland, as some people might call it, is going to be the death of me, I know it. I’ve already lost all feeling in my left arm…

I’m writhing in pain; The frost as merciless as an assassin. The ice stings at my skin, and tears at my coat, letting in the bitter wind. It’s as if the cold has a mind of its own, as if I’m an intruder, and it’s casting me out of it’s domain.

Every time I take a breath, it blinds me; the heat from my lungs becoming a thick mist, impeding all vision. The ruthless, chilling air solidifies my eyes. I begin to cry uncontrollably, the tears instantly freezing, pinching my face with a sharp pressure.

I move forward, without aim, without purpose. I know I have no chance of survival.

I haven’t seen many animals, and the animals I have seen fled with an alarming pace, searching for cover. Were they running from me, or was it something else?

I keep shuffling forward. What else can I do? Sit down and die? I’m not ready to give up. Not yet, at least.

How did I even get here? I can’t remember anything before I arrived here… Was I brought here against my will, or was it my decision? Is this some cruel trick of fate?

My body begins to go unresponsive. I crumble, falling to the ground. This is it; My limbs refusing to answer me, there’s nothing I can do.

A thick, malevolent vapor surrounds me. Seeping into my mouth, my eyes, my ears. It invades my body, like an unwelcome guest invading your home.

My body slowly begins to evaporate with a startling numbness. The surreally settling in. I’m watching my body, my vessel, my home disappear into the mist.

I became one with the cold, flying through the wind with amazing agility.

Just remember, every time a chill goes down your spine, well, that’s me.

What is this? it’s part of the NEW PROJECT: 100 Stories- 100 Days – Send your suggestions for stories by submitting a title and genre and I’ll write it!