9 August 2012
I had a pretty good response to chapter one, so here I'd the next chapter.
4 months later
Alice runs jokily into the black. Her laughter calls out echoing through the massive trees, looming above like sinister monsters. "Come on, Rosie." she laughed running through the trees. I hesitated. "I don't know, Al. Grandma said..." "Listen, Rose. Whatever killed your mother won't still be here." the hesitation. "She told me never to go in..." Alice's disappointed face appeared from out the forest. "Please?" without waiting for me to answer, Alice skipped back into the trees. I wanted to follow her. I trusted Alice to never do anything dangerous, apart from fall out of trees, and I knew that there couldn't really be anything dangerous. On the other hand, I felt something. Something telling me I shouldn't go into the trees. It had been there forever, a pain in my gut, a thorn in my side, pushing in forever deeper... I cry rang out through the trees. "Alice?!" my voice came out unusually high and panicked. "Rosie!" "Alice?" I ran into the trees, dashing around blindly toward the sound of Alice's terrified screams. "Rosie! Help! It...ahh!"the pain in her voice makes the trees seem to shiver as if they might crack at any moment. "I'm coming!" branches tear at my arms and legs, but all I can do is run. "Rosie, help!" "Alice?" another scream rings out before quiet once resumes. "Alice? Alice?!" I run into a clearing and fall down, skidding on the ice. Ice? No way. Ice layers the floor and snow obscures the trees. Outside, it's summer. Inside, it looks like someone shot the place with a snow machine. "Alice?" I whisper the words, voice hoarse from the yelping. My vision is blurred from the utter pain I feel in my gut and a splintering headache shatters my mind. A moan comes from a hunched up figure curled on the ground, something that before now I hadn't noticed. "Alice." I breath, kneeling down next to her and rolling her onto her side. Her eyes stare emptily at me. Dead eyes. No. She can't be dead. Alice was always so alive. She can't be dead. But her once vibrant eyes say it all. The green has turned murky. Someone breathed cold, clammy air onto my neck. Slowly, I turn around. A grey shape floats above, with hollowed out eyes and a gaping, empty mouth. My scream slices through the silence, as it bobs forward, I feel the life being sucked out if me, the forever cold, so, so cold. My eyelids melt closed together, as I give my soul to the creature. Death felt so cold, forever cold, melting away into the cold...
Blue (ch. 2) • Opuss № I