Frozen (Story)

Frozen in a permafrost of fear, encumbered, by the weight of possibilities. The road, which I now face, is truly more deadly, more fiendish and much scarier, than the other paths and roads I have crossed before. For far too long I have been paralysed by grief, by fear, by all the bad thoughts that dare cross a child’s mind, for I am caught in the shallowness of life. Perhaps the risk of death is a risk worth taking. Perhaps on the other side, lie riches and untold glory or perhaps only lay death and despair.

No, these are not the thoughts I need; I dare say that on the other side lies an aurora of bliss, of harmonic tranquillity, of wonder and creatures of majestic beauty. But the road, in which I must cross, is a deadly one, one that constitutes only misery and bland suffering. It is a path of perdition, but yet it leads to eternal bliss. Dare I take the risk?

Thunderous rain begins to strike me and my thoughts become clouded. No longer can I think of the possibilities, of the risks, of the challenge that lay before me. Yet I still remain paralysed, by a fear I can no longer remember. The rain gradually becomes heavy, as does my incapacitated state. No longer can I move my arms, my legs. Yet I cannot remember what fear is burdening me, nor can I remember what it is that’s keeping me from crossing the road before me.

A gentle breeze begins to blow, one that pushes me slowly forward. Yet I resist its pull, with a gentle push. Adrenaline begins to pump inside my veins; I feel an urge to move. I take the smallest step forward and become overcome with joy. This road is not so scary; it’s no more deadly then a stick. I have no fear to play with sticks, so crossing the road should be a breeze.

Still I am held back by restrictive vines, constricted to the road’s edge. Just one more step and I am on the pit of darkness, just one big leap and I am in the centre of hell. If only I could fly over the darkness to the light of the other side. If only I were not encumbered by a mountain of fear. If only I could turn the wind into a gale, and ease off the rain. But the world is not within my control; however, my fears are within my power.

The fear of death is overwhelming. It consumes my very soul. The twisted branches in front of me, the dead hollow stumps, the road; this road is death.

Darkness begins to rear its ugly head; I have little time left to cross. Fortunately for me however, the stampede of demons that normally move along the road is at a minimal. If ever there was a time to cross, it is now, in the darkest hours. When neither beast nor monster prowl. No longer shall I remain confined to this spot; no longer will my fears prevail. Courage is my new best friend and will help me cross this hellish road.

A frail bug creeps slowly by and onto the road it’s headed. Tiny as an ant it was, but fearless like a bee. The road it saw, I watched, I trembled. The willing bug, is going cross, it’s going to do, what I cannot. The bug begins to slowly creep, across the solid tar. Fearless it is! For long I’ve cowered on this spot, fear stricken all my life; but this lowly bug, does not tremble, does not fear it’s fate, it only cares for the blessing of making it across. So on it goes, slowly and surely carrying its tiny body, in due times it makes it way across. It’s across; yet I’m still frozen.

The rain has ceased, the darkness is growing. Now it is my time. The inspiring bug that faced the odds, has given me my courage. Looking both ways to check that no demonic beasts are on their way, none are to be seen. Slowly moving, each step a struggle, right after left, left after right. My water laden shoes cannot bear this struggle. The rain has soaked them thoroughly, so off I go without them. Onwards I push myself, against my will and further my courage builds.

My pace begins to quicken and the bindings that held me, are now gone. Nothing dare to hold me back! A loud Beeping noise I hear, I slowly turn around. The bright yellow eyes of a metal demon on rubbery wheels I see. My worst fear has come to be. Run, I cannot. Once again my fear takes over; I am frozen by a permafrost of fear. I try to push myself forward, against my will and fear. I cannot move quickly enough, to avoid that nasty demon. My fears have held me back and ultimately have caused my doom.

Holding Fate’s gentle hand, I hope and pray for the best. Perhaps it will stop. Perhaps it will miss. Perhaps the road will bend itself; twist itself, into a form, into a shape; that will halt this beastly car. Perhaps this is the end; my end. Or perhaps Lady Luck lies by my side.

The car it hit me; crushed my tiny bones. The road could not be crossed, due to a daunting fear. The tar begins to taint, my blood now lost; forever.