Self Reflection

I let the cold air flow out through my lungs. Flow out, back into my surroundings .He’s back there, he can’t get me now. He won’t find me. Its cold, mist follows my breath with every inhale and exhale. Tree bark scrapes the hollow of my back creating jagged red shapes on my white skin. Thoughts rushing back and forth, how do I get out? , Why wont he leave me alone? , who is he?. All of them slowly driving me to insanity. A rouge tear rolls down my cheek landing on the back on my hand, the heat of it burns against my exposed skin. It feels like my soul is being consumed by something, a monster, replacing everything I feel with nothing but terror.

I can hear twigs and branches in the distance being crushed under the pressure of an unknown being. My breath catches in my throat, being replaced by pure fear. Scrambling to my feet adrenaline driving me forward, my feet moving so fast dodging all the dangers that lie beneath them. Trees surround me, there roots covered with a sheet of snow it shimmers as sun leaks in through thousands branches. I can hear him in back of me; his breathing is harsh and filled with hatred. Hatred of one thing, one person.. Me! Its stops. I can’t hear him anymore. I think maybe he’s given up; maybe I made it through this hell.

I let my feet slow beneath me, begging me for a break. I give in, finding a seat on the trunk of a large oak. They hurt so much. Pink and swollen from the cold. There are many lacerations on my feet, blood attempting to dry, becoming sticky across my skin making me queasy. I let out ragged uneven breaths, trying desperately to slow it down. I need to let it stay in my lungs long enough to help my body.

I let my eyes close, focusing on what I need to do to survive this. My mind is so tired; I don’t want to open my eyes I want to sleep.

I hear the snow crunch and my eyes flicker open, he’s here. He is standing in front of me, his shaggy black hair falls just below his eyebrows. His eyes still very much visible. I can hear his breathes as they come and go, he’s only three feet away. His green orbs shoot through me, touching my very core filling me with fear and hatred of him. He lets a chuckle slip from his throat, his gaze never leaving me.

“What do you want” I screamed.

His lips turn up into a wicked grin, his eyes boring through me.

He steppes closer, ice crunches beneath him I think hell stop but he doesn’t, he keeps coming closer and closer until his chest is almost touching my face. He towers over me his 6 foot 3 frame making me stumble back a little. He catches me though; his hand wrap’s around my wrist not letting me fall. I let out a yelp as his hold is to firm and my bone feels like it’s about to snap. Realizing my pain he releases me. Wait why? Why did he just let me go if he wants to kill me?

“What do you want?” I demanded again, trying to sound stern.

He steps closer letting his breathe flow down my neck making me shiver at his close proximity.

“You” he whispers

Panic rising in my stomach, his hand clamps down on my throat practically crushing my wind pipe I struggle to breath as his grip tightens

“You will die; you will pay fro what you did to me.”

“What did I do?” I spat .Even though my life is going to end in a few second I let the words roll off my tongue hatred and sarcasm dripping off them.

He reaches in his back pocket a pulls a knife from its sheath its silver blade shimmers as he brings it to my neck. I accept the fact I’m going to die. He applies pressure tracing the point down my throat to my chest, breaking enough skin so a small trail of blood trickles down my front. He lets out another chuckle. I can tell the final blow is coming; he brings the knife up ready to end me. I waited for it, but it never came. I looked down to see his lifeless body slumped over my feet. Blood stained his shirt, soaking through the white fabric. A wound very prominent showing from his back right over where his heart should be. If he even had one. I gasp and step away his head falling from my mangled feet landing on the snow, changing its pure white to a deep ruby. I look around searching for where the shot came from. I shook my head trying to clear it. It cant be, this thing in front of me. It’s a girl her hair brown locks cascading down her shoulders, her chocolate eyes meeting mine. It’s me, I’m the girl. Wait, no there can’t be two of me. No. The hand gun falls from her fingers or my fingers, who’s I’m not sure. I try to speak but nothing forms. My eyes grow heavy and I feel sleep start to take over my body hits the snow and I wait for the pain. I sit up in bed sweat gathering on my face. Panic and fear. I felt petrified when I woke. I was gasping for air trying to calm myself. It was just a dream. Just a dream