Published Jan 8th, 2018, 1/8/18 11:08 am
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HIYA!
Sorry that the story is so short!
(Just sayin' her cheeks are so red because of the cold)
I don't really know if I like this skin..
But I'm uploading it anyway so!
STORY TIME!
Eh, my writing sucks xD
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
♥~
Sorry that the story is so short!
(Just sayin' her cheeks are so red because of the cold)
I don't really know if I like this skin..
But I'm uploading it anyway so!
STORY TIME!
❃Chionophobia❃
Fear of snow.
I gripped my sleeves tugging and pulling at them.
It felt like the world was ending.
I had no idea what I was doing..
I pulled my jacket off furiously.
How.
How..
How…
I sighed sadly.
It was getting cold I thought looking at my jacket.
It laid smuggly in the snow.
I felt a flash of fury go through me and I dropped the match.
It was over.
Oh, how that felt.
I smiled.
‘Smiled’ Hah, I thought.
I watched as the jacket burned to smithereens making the snow around it shrivel up and melt.
I could make this a poem I thought deliriously.
I shook my head and took a step back.
The concrete below the snow was slightly burnt.
Only slightly.
Nothing harmed.
I was suddenly dizzy.
It felt like I was drowning in seas of blurs.
I gripped the park bench behind me.
I missed.
I went tumbling into the snow that had caused my demise.
The tree branch shook.
I looked up.
I saw my reflection in the park bench.
My sad, delirious smile.
Such an oxymoron.
Wearing a t-shirt, laying in the snow, staring at my reflection in a park bench.
I wonder what normal people do..
I sat up as my dizzy delirium washed away.
The back of my t-shirt was wet.
Does that really matter?
Does anything really matter?
What’s the point of life if you die anyway.
I smiled at the bits and pieces of my jacket drifting off into the wind.
Last pieces of sanity.
Off in the wind.
I kicked at the snow below my boots.
It was cold,
Icy,
Unmoving,
Unshaking,
Unbearable,
I shook.
I jumped up holding my used match like a threat.
Though it was pretty much useless now,
I gripped the tree and snow shook off of it.
I cried out.
Then I cried.
Weeping.
My tears turning to ice as soon as they hit the snow.
I felt powerless.
Useless.
I cried,
And cried,
And cried.
I shook the tree I was holding on to for what felt like an anchor for me.
“Why..”
I cried,
“Why?”
Ice.
Ice had taken my family away.
It had taken my sister.
My beloved sister.
She was only 7.
Only 7..
I hugged the tree crying.
If only she could see me now.
Burning the jacket that we bought hours before the disaster.
Would she be proud?
Would she?
I cried shaking my head against the tree.
If I could hug her now..
I would give everything to hug her now.
Everything.
I fell to the ground for the last time.
I gripped my sleeves tugging and pulling at them.
It felt like the world was ending.
I had no idea what I was doing..
I pulled my jacket off furiously.
How.
How..
How…
I sighed sadly.
It was getting cold I thought looking at my jacket.
It laid smuggly in the snow.
I felt a flash of fury go through me and I dropped the match.
It was over.
Oh, how that felt.
I smiled.
‘Smiled’ Hah, I thought.
I watched as the jacket burned to smithereens making the snow around it shrivel up and melt.
I could make this a poem I thought deliriously.
I shook my head and took a step back.
The concrete below the snow was slightly burnt.
Only slightly.
Nothing harmed.
I was suddenly dizzy.
It felt like I was drowning in seas of blurs.
I gripped the park bench behind me.
I missed.
I went tumbling into the snow that had caused my demise.
The tree branch shook.
I looked up.
I saw my reflection in the park bench.
My sad, delirious smile.
Such an oxymoron.
Wearing a t-shirt, laying in the snow, staring at my reflection in a park bench.
I wonder what normal people do..
I sat up as my dizzy delirium washed away.
The back of my t-shirt was wet.
Does that really matter?
Does anything really matter?
What’s the point of life if you die anyway.
I smiled at the bits and pieces of my jacket drifting off into the wind.
Last pieces of sanity.
Off in the wind.
I kicked at the snow below my boots.
It was cold,
Icy,
Unmoving,
Unshaking,
Unbearable,
I shook.
I jumped up holding my used match like a threat.
Though it was pretty much useless now,
I gripped the tree and snow shook off of it.
I cried out.
Then I cried.
Weeping.
My tears turning to ice as soon as they hit the snow.
I felt powerless.
Useless.
I cried,
And cried,
And cried.
I shook the tree I was holding on to for what felt like an anchor for me.
“Why..”
I cried,
“Why?”
Ice.
Ice had taken my family away.
It had taken my sister.
My beloved sister.
She was only 7.
Only 7..
I hugged the tree crying.
If only she could see me now.
Burning the jacket that we bought hours before the disaster.
Would she be proud?
Would she?
I cried shaking my head against the tree.
If I could hug her now..
I would give everything to hug her now.
Everything.
I fell to the ground for the last time.
Song!
Eh, my writing sucks xD
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
♥~
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