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ღ The Childish One ღ
The world was cold, her body was pale, her cheeks were red and slicked over with slight acumilation of ice. Her eyes lashed were stuck to each other, frozen and every time she blinked they stuck together. Her bare hands were blue as the cold wind blew against them. She didn't know what she was doing, why she was doing it, or even why she decided the best time to do it was on one of the coldest days. The girls brown hair whipped in the wind, stinging her cheeks like a whip. 'Just... A little more...' the girl thought to herself as her heavy eyes slowly began to close. She shook herself for a moment and trudged on, it would be bad if she fell asleep now, she knew what would happen if she did. Slowly she truged on, she wore thin boots that were already soaked in, and a thin brown jacket that had not been zipped up and was blowing in the wind. The girl had no scarf, or hat, or even gloves; it was a surprise she had even made it this face. But now her energy was spent, her body cold and weary, her eyes iced and heavy, it was time to lay down. 'Just.. for awhile, then I'll get back up...' she thought to herself, though apart of her brain new better then that. A part of her brain knew that there was only a 10% chance that she would get up again.
Just 10% of a servial chance, and yet somehow, somebody had found her. It was meraculous, what some people might call a mirical, other fate, and some would just call it good ******** luck. What ever it was, it had saved the girls life, and now she lay covered under a pile of blankets, by a burning fire. She was still in a black fog, warm, but still she could not feel, or see, anything other then the blackness she had fallen into. 'This must be what people who are in comas feel like...' came a voice that seemed to echo through the blackness. 'Ahh.. wait but maybe I am in a coma...' the voice seemed to ponder this thought for a long moment and then it spoke again. 'No.. I think I may just have blacked out is all....' the voice had now a soft humor to it as for a long time it stayed silent it it's dark world. 'By the way... just.. who am I?' it questioned itself before finally ceasing to talk at all. Though the question still lingered in the fog. Who am I? ... I know that I am, or at least hope I am.. But who exactly am I? The thought confused what ever lay beyond the black fog, so instead of trying to answer this question, it ignored it all together.
It wasn't until much later, did the voice come back, it was calm, with not much emotion in it's voice. It had come to state something, and that was all. 'What ever I may be... I seem to be waking up now.' it said as the dark fogged, seemed to slowly be trickled in with light. Blurry light that came from all direcions, and slowly the light started to have colors to it, and shapes. Maggie found herself laying near a fire, in some sort of house, under many many blankets. Still her vision was blurred and she couldn't tell what most things were there was the orange
-Look at how you sit there all alone. There is beauty in the world, I'll show you what it's meant for!-
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