The child

As this memory comes flooding back, I see the scenes unfold before me like a movie.

The man in the distance, walking slowly forward as my younger self turns to continue running. The slow careful movements of his steps, as he finally catches up to me, unable to continue moving in the thick snow.

I can feel the soft touch of his hand on my cheek, slowly moving down onto my shoulder, gripping my arm slightly and pulling me forward towards his house down below. Suddenly I'm no longer watching, but I am the little girl- my old self- once more living this memory, long forgotten.


He pulls me hard, as I resist more and more. Finally he swiftly picks me up from the ground and carries me on his shoulder. Though I squirm and fight I cannot escape his iron grasp and I am forced to give up. Closing my eyes, I feel the warm tears turn to ice as they fall down my cheeks,


"Please" I say in a soft whisper "Please save me, someone..." Instantaneously, there is a brilliant flash of light. and I fall to the ground, the snow engulfing me in a cold comfort. The man is gone, but I'm losing consciousness, and the snow is getting thicker.

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"wake up" A voice whispers to me, again.


Snapping my eyes open, I no longer feel the chill of the snow surrounding me. I am no longer the little girl from my past. I am in my room. My small, dark room with the single tiny window that lets no light in, no matter what time of day. The room that is my safe house and my prison cell.


Getting up, I change, brush, and eat. I pull out my winter coat, boots and hat, opening the front door to step into the cold air. There is only one problem; when I open the door, it's summer outside.

"What...?" I ask myself quietly, retreating inside before anyone can see me. "What is going on here?"

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