The snow that stung my soul.
I remember, as far as I can remember, and as much as I can remember, the story that will always haunt me.
The setting is a tall apartment building, we are on the higher floors. The apartment is lit with an incandescent blue light. The light makes the room look so soft, but there is a depression in it. The light comes from the sun which has been clouded by the white fog. The room is small, with a bed and a sliding glass door. That door is wide open. Wind is blowing in and snow is falling outside lightly so it seems as if the wind is coming from inside the room. I don't feel the cold inside. I'm standing near the bed looking at it. The covers are messed up as if someone made love there. I look up at the balcony where the door is wide open. A young girl with a nice face, I don't remember her hair color I think it was brown. She's leaning on the edge looking at the snow. Everything is white except the forest of dead trees in the distance. She's dressed boyishly, a grey loose shirt and baggy cargo pants. I see the side of her pale face and she looks sad. A tear runs down her cheek and she says, "I am so sorry". I stand where I am at and look away briefly and look back to find her facing me, but still leaning on the edge. She gives a last smile, one that I'll remember always and falls back many stories into the snow. Suicide, what am I to do? I run down the winding stairs all the way down and down till I make it outside where everything is white. The thing I see is the the most nightmarish thing I have ever seen. There is her head her hair smeared with blood. Her left eye is closed and blood coming from the eye lid. Her right eye closed halfway and pupils dialated. Her neck is streched in a weird way and then her spine and ribs. Her body is gone except for the pile of fleshy things inside the ribcage. There are bone frames of wings attached to the body with some feathers still on it. Feathers are scattered everywhere on the snow. Black birds are at the corpse picking at the pile on junk in the ribcage. I got mad and picked up a large stick and swung blindly at them. They fly away unharmed. I look at the body to see a golden light coming from where the heart would have been and the light covers the whole thing. Stems and leaves of plants grow, twist and turn, multi colored flowers sprout drinking the blood. The light gets so big until, I see a small child step out of it. She's dressed like an authentic witch, not the Halloween ones. She takes my hand and leads me to nowhere.
The setting is a tall apartment building, we are on the higher floors. The apartment is lit with an incandescent blue light. The light makes the room look so soft, but there is a depression in it. The light comes from the sun which has been clouded by the white fog. The room is small, with a bed and a sliding glass door. That door is wide open. Wind is blowing in and snow is falling outside lightly so it seems as if the wind is coming from inside the room. I don't feel the cold inside. I'm standing near the bed looking at it. The covers are messed up as if someone made love there. I look up at the balcony where the door is wide open. A young girl with a nice face, I don't remember her hair color I think it was brown. She's leaning on the edge looking at the snow. Everything is white except the forest of dead trees in the distance. She's dressed boyishly, a grey loose shirt and baggy cargo pants. I see the side of her pale face and she looks sad. A tear runs down her cheek and she says, "I am so sorry". I stand where I am at and look away briefly and look back to find her facing me, but still leaning on the edge. She gives a last smile, one that I'll remember always and falls back many stories into the snow. Suicide, what am I to do? I run down the winding stairs all the way down and down till I make it outside where everything is white. The thing I see is the the most nightmarish thing I have ever seen. There is her head her hair smeared with blood. Her left eye is closed and blood coming from the eye lid. Her right eye closed halfway and pupils dialated. Her neck is streched in a weird way and then her spine and ribs. Her body is gone except for the pile of fleshy things inside the ribcage. There are bone frames of wings attached to the body with some feathers still on it. Feathers are scattered everywhere on the snow. Black birds are at the corpse picking at the pile on junk in the ribcage. I got mad and picked up a large stick and swung blindly at them. They fly away unharmed. I look at the body to see a golden light coming from where the heart would have been and the light covers the whole thing. Stems and leaves of plants grow, twist and turn, multi colored flowers sprout drinking the blood. The light gets so big until, I see a small child step out of it. She's dressed like an authentic witch, not the Halloween ones. She takes my hand and leads me to nowhere.