27 December 2012
I'm so cold. That's the only thing that I can think of. Even though it's night time, it is still bright because the moon light is reflecting off of the snow. The snow. Ugh. My worst enemy. Your the only thing that's keeping my eyes open. I'm engulfed in your warmness, your Strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I can hear you call my name every once in a while. It's calling me back from the inviting darkness that promises me warmth, but I know that you won't be there with me if I go. I'm so weak. Out here in the woods we are sure to become wolf meat. It's just a matter of time. I know I'm the only one who can protect us but with the throbbing pain in my side I can't even stand straight. I know I can't save both of us, but maybe I can save you. My blood, from my ankle, is drawing the animals near. They could smell me a mile away. I could save you. The thought gives me a rush of adrenaline. I need to leave. Fast. The longer I stay the more danger I'm putting you in. The fact that you are breathing steadily encourages me to leave because I know your asleep. I plant a kiss in your cheek. " I love you," I whisper. I stand. Pain shoots up my leg and I almost cry out. I start to hobble away. Knifes stab my whole left side each time I take a step, but I ignore the pain. I must save you. And then I'm slipping, falling. Before I hit the ground I can feel the pain soaring through my side.
Apparently I've made some kind of noise because before I know it your kneeling beside me. " what are you doing?!"you cry. "You have to leave me," I say back." Go. You could survive this. I'm the only thing holding you back." I'm begging you. You place your hand in the side of my face. And it's wet and warm from your tears. "But that's just the thing," you say, " I don't want to survive without you." I know that thier is no way you are letting me go and my energy is gone now anyways. I let you carry me back to the make-shift shelter that we are spending the night in. I let you wrap your arms around me. Your strong arms that make me feel safe. I let myself believe that we Are safe because I have to wait until morning and that is when the true nightmare will begin.
Cold • Opuss № I