Just a Little Longer

A slightly depressing narrative from a 1st person POV as they lie in the snow, awaiting their future...

The snowy air brushes my lips, it's icy fingertips caressing my cheeks.

The little white dots float onto my lashes, but I don’t bother blinking them away.

I stare at the at the stone-grey sky, wondering if I will make it beyond it if I succumb to Mother Nature. Perhaps I will finally escape the gnashing teeth of reality before it truly tears me to pieces. Perhaps nothing awaits me besides that bleakness I stare at. Or worse, perhaps I will end up in the burning nightmare they call Hell. But I am no Christian. I do not believe in the Bible or Christ or God. For all I know, I will end up passing by Cerberus, or even have my heart weighed against a feather.

A hint of a ghost smile floats across my numb face. Either way, I will no longer be here in a few minutes.

“Come on, it’s time to go!” my mother calls. Is it time already?

“Hurry up!” Must I really hurry that much?

“Ready?” I see her standing over me, her hands planted firmly on her hips. The cold air brings a cherry red glow about her bright face as she smiles down at me. There is that glint of mischief shining in her eyes, that quizzical tilt of her head giving off a slightly intimidating feel.

“Hey! Quit slacking!” she says playfully. Her bright red hair frames her face against the bleak, white background. I am not ready. I close my eyes, but I still see her. She is standing there, chiding me for lying here for so long.

A little longer, mom.

Let me enjoy the numbing coldness of this.

Drowning all my pain in the pure whiteness of this frosted bed.

Just a little longer.

Still yet, she is laughing and encouraging me to follow her. She’s pulling me toward her.

Alright, alright.

I’m ready.

I let her pull me up and slowly, slowly, the ice and the grey and white fade out of my mind as my mother pulls me further into nothingness, away from the earth.

As I follow her, I can’t help but stare at the large gash across her forehead, where the car hit her. It is the one sole thing that ruins her flawless features. The ghost of a smile creeps back when I think that I got to see my mom again. I didn’t think it was possible, but I guess anything is possible before you die.

I kind of knew I was slipping when I saw her.

Because she’s dead, too, of course.

Author's Note

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