Snow

White.

Snow floats from the ceiling. I pray this high will end, please end... His eyes are in each one of the flakes; watching me from every angle. My limbs are numb and I'm afraid to push this blanket of blood from my body... Perhaps I will be punished.

No. The snow is falling, chilling me, bringing life to bones. I shudder and crimson shivers off my body like ashes.

“You can't break free,” he says.

“I know.”

But I move. There is a tingle in my veins, reminding me I'm alive. When I bring my hand to my chest, a euphoria I've never felt before jumps within my gut�"swirling, singing. He growls and the snow turns into a blizzard of glowing blue eyes.

“You can't escape me...” His teeth shine between flakes.

No. The fish swim once more before my eyes, but I brace myself against my elbows and pry myself from the floor that I've come to call home.

Goodbye... She sings. She calls for me.

“I'm sorry, but I must go.”

The floor smiles at me and winks slowly.

Goodbye, my daughter...

My brain rocks, rumbles and explodes right before my eyes. Thoughts and reminisces splatter the wall ahead. His teeth jump from the wall and eat my mind in one lonesome bite.

“You can't escape me, you little f**k.” He spits from between clenched teeth. The blood remaining in his gums freckle my cheeks. But I'm already up. I wiggle my toes, hoping, praying they will obey. Bare and bloodied, they move and a release of pent up hope leaves my lips. I bend my knees and attempt to lift myself from the linoleum.

“You better stop right now, or you're gonna get it... Get it... Get it...” His last two words flutter across my earlobe.

No. I'm crossing my legs�"I can feel again. My strong Mother lying so nonchalant beneath me comes alive.

Please... Wait, don't leave me. Just stay, just this one little piece of you...

“Please, Mother. Please release me.” I whisper to her, patting her chilly surface. I feel her nod beneath my touch. A dribbling red tear rolls from my arm and drips between her cracks.

“I cry for you, Mother.”

With pain in my heart, I shift my weight, stretching my legs out and testing my strength. Suddenly, he crashes down upon me, his full weight shoving me to the floor and pinning my arms above my head.

“I told you, told you, told you!” His face is so close to mine, his breath hot on my cheek.

“No!” It's a blood-curdling scream that leaves my desperate lips. I shake helplessly beneath him and scream, plead, beg him to stop, oh God please stop...

One strong hand leaves my wrist and strokes my cheek with a love that makes acrid vomit stir in my throat.

“Oh, my love... Yes...” He hisses before my Mother wraps her protective arms around me.

Author's Note

Give a guess as to who the man is.

Reviews

[De-personalize Yourself]

To me, he seems like a physical embodiment of pure insanity.

[AleyshaRosa]

Indeed he is...

[Pax]

as i read the reviews below, we do keep on contemplating on what it is....and the mother pops out of no where.....maybe because when we are near death, i guess we will see the person dearest to us...

[AleyshaRosa]

Goodness, Pax. You always seem to be the one who sees below the surface.
Koodoos on that.
read moreGoodness, Pax. You always seem to be the one who sees below the surface.
Koodoos on that.
Thanks, of course.

[GypsyAlien3303]

This is really good. :) The 'mother' confused me a bit but I think I know what you meant.

[AleyshaRosa]

Mother, she is merely figurative, but she has no one else to hold her...

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks by the way =]

[RachelReaper]

He is.... SLENDERMAN!!!!! AHHHH!!!!! no, but I really did like this (sorry I'm going on a slender man rampage..)

[AleyshaRosa]

Slender Man! LOL close.... hahaa

[NathanBlackie]

is he death?

[AleyshaRosa]

Mmm, close. Not quite death. He's more like the drug. He's the trip.

[NathanBlackie]

oh okay, well I guessed what he was was enhanced by the trip. but what she was disobeying seemed to be death. but yeah, I liked it by the way.

[AleyshaRosa]

You know, death is actually a good symbol for him, and I'll keep it in mind for the next chapter =] But he's not just symbolic, he's also real, although, at the moment she can't tell the difference.