tears of ice (500 words 2016)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is my 500 words 2016 entry so the story flies quickly as I had to remove some sentences. I wrote this the day I had finished a few weeks of depression and it felt so good. This is about how I felt through and after depression.

Submitted: March 17, 2016

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I don’t remember much from my past, Just laughs and colour then screams and grey. All I see is grey, although I’ve never really known much different. I try to be positive! I do but it’s hard when you have nothing positive to talk about. So I wonder the city. Although nobody seems to talk to me. Recently strange things have been happening to me.  Every time I walk on grass it dies beneath my feet. Every time I touch a tree the leaves all fall off. Everywhere I go it seems to snow. At first I thought it was my dull way of seeing life, but now other people feel the chill. They stare when the plants die right in front of them and they now look miserable too. Not all but some. Now it feels like I’m ruining the world for everyone else. Taking away the joy and colour and replacing it with rain and extreme depression. So I start walking across a lake (it’s not like I’m going to sink it’s frozen over). My bare feet are freezing but I don’t care anymore.  I have reached a tree on the other side, It’s leaves are barely hanging on, I touch it. They fall off instantly at this sudden burst of glacial chill. I slowly climb up as it becomes covered in pale frost. My pale body is resting in it’s branches. I’m beginning to weep what seems like small tears of ice. Although, I don’t think I can tell the difference anymore. I close my eyes . The laughs and colour from what must have been years ago push themselves into my mind. I can feel what I think is frost, my frost, crawling up around me. I check, it is! But for some reason I let it climb it’s way slowly up my body. It tickles, but I’m not laughing. So instead I close my eyes and embrace it. It’s up to my neck now, the laughter and giggles getting louder and louder. It’s pretty much consumed all of my body now, frozen in place apart from my eyes. I take one last look at the world and then black. I’m in a room. Everything is loud and colourful. People are laughing and smiling. But the strangest thing I see is: I am too . I see myself giggling in what looks like a nicer version of my currently torn rags. There is a bouncy sound of what must be music coming from a jukebox in a corner. Then something happens. I seem to be angry at something a man with a familiar face has said. I’ve stormed outside. Then there is a sound that’s too familiar. Screams ! Cries! burning flame! And, just like the building, the memory burns to ash.

I’m awake.  In the same tree yet I feel different. The tree is full of evergreen leaves and the lake is sparkling . The flowers are all colourful. And guess what? So am I…


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