Post by Mistress Emma on Feb 21, 2006 7:31:46 GMT -5
Cold Water
Screaming. There was always screaming. “Mummy! Mummy I’m scared!” A little girl cried out. She knew what would happen in most of this vision, She’d seen it many times before, but she never got to the end, her transparent vision always became to much to bare, so she had to get herself out there, using the only thing she could. Cold water.
She had promised herself she would see the vision to the end this time, to find out what happened to all those poor people, trapped in the ice and flames, co-existing quite easily, despite all logic.
She prepared herself for what happened next, the little girl, the one who had called out to her “Mummy”, was caught by the flames. The little girl was crying out in sheer pain when the ice struck. She felt both blisteringly hot and mind-numbingly cold at the same time, feeling excruciating pain from both sides. The little girl’s dress had burned all the way through, and the flames went to work on her skin. The little girl was turning purple, her skin melting, her head was unrecognizable, it looked like just a black blob, and she was still alive, still screaming.
Many others were suffering the same fate a little girl, who couldn’t really be any older then eight. But nobody was watching them, or the little girl, everyone not caught by the flames or the ice or both, like the little girl, was just scrambling to get to some place where they thought they would be safe. Why they thought they would be safe there she did not know, nor did she know whether they would actually be safe.
“Mummy!” The little girl cried out. “Mummy, help me!” The little girl’s mother wasn’t paying attention. The mother was just focusing on getting to the place of safety.
Elise had never gotten this far before, she didn’t know what happened next, and was extremely scared by it.
Suddenly, the mother stopped. Many others were stopping around her, this must be the point of safety. Many of the people, including the mother, were in tears, weeping for lost loved ones. They didn’t notice the flames getting closer, and closer to their heads. No matter what they thought, this was not a safe place.
Just then, the flames struck the top of the mothers head, burning her, melting her. The flames were bringing themselves down upon the heads of many.
And the the ice struck.
Everyone who was not engulfed by flames at that point was frozen by the ice, it was so cold, so very, very, cold.
Elise couldn’t stand it any more, she ran to the bathroom, and splashed ice cold water on her face.
She had failed. She hadn’t stayed to find out what had to all those poor people. “Sorry,” she thought to them, before she fell asleep.