Frozen. Ice creeps up my arm, fingers turning black and numb. Icy tears rolled down my face. I wasn't going to die here. Not like this... @beeproductions
I thought to myself, This is where I will die, there is no-one to save me. Not anymore... @peekablue
Painful breaths were dragged out of my throat. My last few breaths. I looked up at the white sky. It would be one of the last things I ever saw. By now I had accepted my fate, there was no saving me. My chest moved up and down sluggishly. I silently willed it to stop. Just let me die, I told myself. Put me out of this agonising pain and fear. @beeproductions
I felt disconnected from my body, like I was floating above it. So this is what death feels like? @peekablue
A harsh gust of wind brought me back. I no longer felt cold. I felt warm and comfortable. I heard my parents comforting me, telling me to go to sleep, that everything would be alright in the morning. @beeproductions
No, I thought, my parents had died long ago. That was my own frozen brain luring me into death. In a way, I was grateful. @peekablue
But perhaps I was already dead. Maybe all this was all an after death-hallucination. The air seemed a little too unforgiving and the snow wouldn't stop whispering. @beeproductions
and the snow wouldn't stop whispering.