Post by .:Panda:. on Apr 26, 2013 23:56:19 GMT -6
You left me, so how can I live?
How can I survive, after you died?
How can I survive, after you died?
[/center]Prologue
[/color][/center][/size]Everything is dark, I can no longer see. The cold is terrible, biting into me. I can't stand it. My legs stop, and I collapse, and lay, for hours, in agony. After what seems like eternity, I can feel warmth, so faint, such as a candle. The ground starts to move, I would panic, but my limbs seem too heavy to struggle. Everything is getting dizzy, I cannot stay above much longer.
The warmth is stronger now, completely surrounding me, but I fear it's too late. I can feel myself slipping. The darkness I had seen behind my eyes, had light seeping in, but now it is darker then the darkest night. I can hear soft voices talking. But then I am dragged down. Pain starts to bite, worse then the cold ever could. It feels as if a thousand knives are stabbing me, but soon after, there is nothing. The cold is back now, not as bad when I was in the snow, but it is still there. As faint as that first warmth. Is this death? Nothing less then darkness and cold? No more than being surrounded by an endless night?
Heaviness has started to seep into me, I feel like I'm sinking to water, not able to get to to the surface. Suddenly a light blinds me, chasing away any signs of darkness. The bright light... Such a bright light. Is this death? Nothing but endless misery, never to end? No. Death... Death is paradise... The cold waters of paradise wash over me as I remember the events leading up to this.
The warmth is stronger now, completely surrounding me, but I fear it's too late. I can feel myself slipping. The darkness I had seen behind my eyes, had light seeping in, but now it is darker then the darkest night. I can hear soft voices talking. But then I am dragged down. Pain starts to bite, worse then the cold ever could. It feels as if a thousand knives are stabbing me, but soon after, there is nothing. The cold is back now, not as bad when I was in the snow, but it is still there. As faint as that first warmth. Is this death? Nothing less then darkness and cold? No more than being surrounded by an endless night?
Heaviness has started to seep into me, I feel like I'm sinking to water, not able to get to to the surface. Suddenly a light blinds me, chasing away any signs of darkness. The bright light... Such a bright light. Is this death? Nothing but endless misery, never to end? No. Death... Death is paradise... The cold waters of paradise wash over me as I remember the events leading up to this.
Death... Death is paradise...
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Chapter 1
A boot made it's way to my chest, almost in slow motion did the shoe pound into me, and knocked all the air out of my lungs. The shoe went backward as if to kick me again, and when it came toward me once again I let it. All the fight had been beaten out of me. I looked up at the man who was kicking me. There was a glint in his eye, and a smile on his face.
He enjoyed my pain, showered in it, and he would keep this up until I was dead. The continuation of attacks continued on, until a sharp crack was heard. The man looked down at me with a wicked smile on his face. I was completely defenseless, my limbs could no longer move. I feared the worst, a broken spine.
Suddenly the man was upon me again, the glint in his eye, and the wickedness upon his smile. In his slim hands, there was a rock. The rock was misshapen, jagged in places and definitely heavy. There was one last thought before he brought it down toward my head. This rock will end me. The pain spiked until I couldn't handle it. I knew I was bleeding, both from my nose and parts of my head. The crunching sound was unbearable. The man brought the rock down once more, and a thud sounded. The rock did not hit me. Instead, it landed right next to me, and then I was left to die. My vision went dark, yet I was still conscious, I could feel the cold droplets of snow dripping onto my fur, extinguishing little of the large fire called pain.
The snow seems fresh on my fur as my mind digs deeper into my memory.
I also added something to the end. But you'll have to wait until Saturday or so when I have more time to type. 
