Cold

She wanders alone in the dark woods. The trees covered her presence, the leaves bearing the weight of the black moon. She shivers as though some unseen ghost drifted through her. The moon felt as though its evil glare was peircing her back. The snow crumpled under her bare feet, the ice breaking through her skin and leaving a trail of red snow. Some invisible root trips her and she bursts into tears as she hits the cold, unforgiving ground. The snow did nothing to comfort the fall. It as hard due to the ice, just another enemy the girl had. The trails that the tears had left were freezing, and the girl knew she was going to die.