A smile spread across her white lips as the cold stung her like a million bees. This hurt was the only thing that made her feel alive anymore. Pain was the only thing you could really depend on. It was the only drug she had left to offer herself, but even if she could go back to her old ways she wouldn't. She had found the perfect drug. Anna truged along through the knee-deep snow and icy wind, looking for an answer. An answer to her question of how she had become like this. Normalcy seemed such a distant memory it could have verry well been a dream. It was hard to tell the difference anymore, her mind was so clouded by the drugs that had once run her life.
Anna shed a frozen tear and looked down at her arm. Maybe if she got cold enough, the runs would dissapear. But they had been there, ever-present; never fading. They drove her insane, how to get them out. She was convinced they were the cause of her rejection. No one could, or ever would, see past what had once been.
In a fit of rage Anna jabbed her fake nails into her arm and tried, in earnest, to dig out every mark her addiction had left her with, all the time crying her dry tears (for there were no more tears to cry). And in the end her blood melted the snow around her body, sprawled out on the ground. Snowing covering her tattered body.
Anna died that mournful night, found in the morning cold, stiff, and blue from over exposure; encased in a sheet of her own frozen blood. But only in her dreams.
**The contrast never ends. It lives on in you my friends...**
