• Placing my head against the window, I close my eyes and go back to the one night...when the snow reminded me of... blood. I don't remember life being as difficult as this. Going back to to that one night makes me cold, so I climb into bed and curl up under the big, fluffy comforter. Whenever I go back to the night somehow makes a barrier between memories...and the real world. The ice wind is cold against my face and neck and I feel isolated and lonely. Playing hide and seek is supposed to be fun...especially when its a winter wonderland. But somehow..it's not. I've been hiding for at least an hour ,maybe less, and she hasn't found me. I still maintain my spot but I have to go pee. whee "ARRRGGGHH!!!! what is taking her sooo long!!!" I yell and kick the pure white snow. But then i look to he left a bit and yellow snow lays there, tarnished. I shudder a bit...because white snow is never ever supposed to be yellow. I move along back to where our camp was...maybe she would be there, waiting, because she couldn't find me. Soon I arrived to camp and the car is gone, the stuff is packed up and there is blood......everywhere. I look around with tears welling in my eyes. Pure white snow is...never...supposed to be... red



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