Numbness...

Short story I wrote. Excuse the mistakes, I was angry and upset. Tell me what you think.


I'm running. The snow softly crunching beneath my feet as I sprint down the road. The air around me numbing and stinging my face. Little white clouds form as I gasp for air. I don't know where I'm running to or why. But my legs do it anyway. I keep running, my legs are burning and my chest is aching. It doesn't matter, my body won't stop.

I want to stop, but my limbs won't listen. I step onto an icy patch, slip, and fall. I land heavily on my chest. Tears form in my eyes. The wind whistles around me. As I sit up, my hands start bleeding. The ice scraping my hands, bursting them open. Painfully, I stand up and take a baby step. I wince. My ankle is sprained. Heh, at least this one thing will keep me from running. I keep taking small steps, the white snow turning red as blood drips out of my hand and onto the floor.

Drip drip, the cold air stings my wounds. I wish I can cover them up, can I? I take off my scarf, wrapping it around my hands. The air greets my neck, slowly suffocating me. I shiver. Great, what other choice do I have? Either I freeze to death or lose my hands. I try to bury my neck onto my jacket. I take another step. Crunch. The snow turns redder. I limp in agony. The pain isn't so bad. I've gone through worse. This is just minor stuff.

I can handle it. I can handle a lot of things. Gripping the scarf tightly, I limp. I'm almost there. Almost to where I want to go. Then the realization hits me. I have no where to go. I don't know where to go. I stand there, my thoughts circling around me. What am I doing? I'm drowning in my thoughts. I feel so lonely. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't make decisions.

Every decision I make, I hurt someone. The pain in my hands are excruciating. I don't know how much more I can take. I might die from drowning. Drowning in my sorrow, sadness, guilt, and misery. I throw the scarf down. I let the air engulf itself around my wounds. It burns. It hurts, but it feels good. It numbs me, numbs me from my pain. I cease to think about anything else but my hands.

The blood is trickling. I grin with delight. I watch, watch as it falls down onto the ground. I close my hands, squeezing more blood out. It's a comfort thing. Pain comforts me. Hence why I pick at my nails all the time. But no one seems to notice that. Why would they? No one really notices anything unless someone tells them. It's quite amusing. I stand alone.

I'm in the background, constantly watching people and their every movement. I won't be alone. I'm ALREADY alone. I gasp as my knees buckle underneath me, forcing me to collapse. I bury my face into the snow. The coldness immediately seeps into my skin and I lay there shivering. This is better. This is always better. Just lay here and let the coldness overcome me. The snow next to me turns even more red and I watch it.

Watch as the shade turns darker and darker. My hands are turning from red to blue. I lose the sensation of touch. The coldness no longer affecting my hands. Good, I can't feel pain anymore. I flip myself onto my back and the world spins around me. I'm losin my focus. My body is shivering violently. I ignore it. I bury my legs into the snow and in less than a few minutes, they go numb too. I hear dogs barking in the house across te street. It's silent,

I only hear my soft breathing and the light beating of my heart. This is better, I think to myself. The world starts to fade into black, I force my eyes open. Let me, let me look around one last time. The houses are covered in blankets of snow an I'm literally using it like a blanket. I smile, at least it's peaceful. I relax and let the darkness engulf me.

 

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Thanks, Hun. Don't apologize. I wanted people to read this and yes, it can help a lot. More than I expected XD Finish your amazing stories!