Sometimes the worst experiences in life stem from the lack of knowledge. Common knowledge is often the worst culprit of this. We speak and bring forth action upon what we firmly believe everyone to know. Yet miscommunication will still ensue, leading to argument and raised tempers that can rarely be tamed without walking away. It's the weakest thing about ourselves, and can lead to some downright dark consequences.
Walking home in the snow was something I dreaded dearly. You are surrounded by the cold air that attacks your hands and legs, leaving them feeling numb with intense cold pains. Mixing the harshness of the cold with the deep snow getting in your shoes and dampening your socks makes the experience all the more terrible.
Why couldn't one of my friends have just taken me home? I know they all can drive, they were the ones that drove to that Jess' house. They must've been stoned out of their minds that they didn't even realize I had left. There's nothing quite like the smell of smoke that makes me want to leave a room faster. I'd rather keep my body a little healthy.
The ground was covered in fresh snow that hadn't the slightest imperfection, other than the tire marks on the road beside me. Because the snow was so thick and covering everything, I had no idea where I was. It was like a blank slate had covered my entire town and left its people using a gps to even begin to understand where they're at.
As I continued to walk, the endless white broke into a small dip in the earth that stretched on. It was a creek. The creek looked familiar, like the one not too far from my house. I figured if I kept following it, it would lead me home. I mean, it had to, right?
I walked for several more minutes, keeping the creek in my sights. Until a hill came and began to block the creek from view. I couldn't accept this, I couldn't see my guiding light. I hoped that the hill would reach its climax before steadily making its way back down, but I was unlucky. The hill reached its highest point and continued flat and straight across with no end in sight.
I made my way up the hill in hopes I might still be able to see the creek. It was steep, forcing me to use my hands to dig into the snow and grab the grass underneath so that I wouldn't slide back down. When I finally made it to the top, I stood back up and dusted some snow off my legs before looking up ahead of me to find the creek was so far in the distance. The only thing on my mind right now was I had to catch up with it. I charged toward the creek until I was a few feet away from it. I heard a click and a heavy, metal object clamped itself around my lower leg.
I screamed loud enough that the black birds in a nearby tree flew away in droves. My leg was throbbing. I looked down to find the snow around my leg was covered in a deep red that gradually got darker the closer to my leg it got. Surrounding my leg was the thick metal teeth that belonged to a bear trap. My leg was throbbing in a continuous stream of sharp pains. Mixing that with the cold of the snow didn't make it feel any better.
I tried lowering myself, getting down on my left knee, careful not to move my right leg too much, as to make the teeth go even deeper, or tackle an untouched piece of skin. After I got down, I stuck my fingers between the teeth on each side pulled them apart. I found myself having to use an excess amount of strength on it, as to not have it snap back and potentially break my leg clean off.
As I continued to scream in pain, I was able to hear footsteps in the distance crunching down in the snow.
"Miss, what happened?" asked a man's voice, closer than I thought they were.
I tried replying, but found myself struggling for words between the screams of pain, the tears, and the grunts from prying the teeth apart. I almost had it pulled apart completely. It was far enough apart for me to lift my leg and move it out. It hurt so bad to try to move it, but the teeth were heavy, I couldn't hold it for much longer.
After I had my leg out, I let the trap go and it snapped shut loud enough to nearly feel my heart stop.
"You are a trespasser," the man said, hunched over me now. I thought he was in the distance, how did he get behind me so fast? "You are not welcome here!" he shouted.
I threw my body to the side, planting my arms in the ground as I looked up at the man. It was dark behind a coat hood. I could see some tufts of hair down below, suggesting some kind of scruffy beard.
"I'm sorry," I cried. "I didn't know! I'm just trying to get home!"
The man leaned down to pick me up. I fought against him until he threw himself on me, overpowering me. He grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder. "You're not going anywhere." he said, walking away with me as I thrashed my arms against him.
Walking home in the snow was something I dreaded dearly. You are surrounded by the cold air that attacks your hands and legs, leaving them feeling numb with intense cold pains. Mixing the harshness of the cold with the deep snow getting in your shoes and dampening your socks makes the experience all the more terrible.
Why couldn't one of my friends have just taken me home? I know they all can drive, they were the ones that drove to that Jess' house. They must've been stoned out of their minds that they didn't even realize I had left. There's nothing quite like the smell of smoke that makes me want to leave a room faster. I'd rather keep my body a little healthy.
The ground was covered in fresh snow that hadn't the slightest imperfection, other than the tire marks on the road beside me. Because the snow was so thick and covering everything, I had no idea where I was. It was like a blank slate had covered my entire town and left its people using a gps to even begin to understand where they're at.
As I continued to walk, the endless white broke into a small dip in the earth that stretched on. It was a creek. The creek looked familiar, like the one not too far from my house. I figured if I kept following it, it would lead me home. I mean, it had to, right?
I walked for several more minutes, keeping the creek in my sights. Until a hill came and began to block the creek from view. I couldn't accept this, I couldn't see my guiding light. I hoped that the hill would reach its climax before steadily making its way back down, but I was unlucky. The hill reached its highest point and continued flat and straight across with no end in sight.
I made my way up the hill in hopes I might still be able to see the creek. It was steep, forcing me to use my hands to dig into the snow and grab the grass underneath so that I wouldn't slide back down. When I finally made it to the top, I stood back up and dusted some snow off my legs before looking up ahead of me to find the creek was so far in the distance. The only thing on my mind right now was I had to catch up with it. I charged toward the creek until I was a few feet away from it. I heard a click and a heavy, metal object clamped itself around my lower leg.
I screamed loud enough that the black birds in a nearby tree flew away in droves. My leg was throbbing. I looked down to find the snow around my leg was covered in a deep red that gradually got darker the closer to my leg it got. Surrounding my leg was the thick metal teeth that belonged to a bear trap. My leg was throbbing in a continuous stream of sharp pains. Mixing that with the cold of the snow didn't make it feel any better.
I tried lowering myself, getting down on my left knee, careful not to move my right leg too much, as to make the teeth go even deeper, or tackle an untouched piece of skin. After I got down, I stuck my fingers between the teeth on each side pulled them apart. I found myself having to use an excess amount of strength on it, as to not have it snap back and potentially break my leg clean off.
As I continued to scream in pain, I was able to hear footsteps in the distance crunching down in the snow.
"Miss, what happened?" asked a man's voice, closer than I thought they were.
I tried replying, but found myself struggling for words between the screams of pain, the tears, and the grunts from prying the teeth apart. I almost had it pulled apart completely. It was far enough apart for me to lift my leg and move it out. It hurt so bad to try to move it, but the teeth were heavy, I couldn't hold it for much longer.
After I had my leg out, I let the trap go and it snapped shut loud enough to nearly feel my heart stop.
"You are a trespasser," the man said, hunched over me now. I thought he was in the distance, how did he get behind me so fast? "You are not welcome here!" he shouted.
I threw my body to the side, planting my arms in the ground as I looked up at the man. It was dark behind a coat hood. I could see some tufts of hair down below, suggesting some kind of scruffy beard.
"I'm sorry," I cried. "I didn't know! I'm just trying to get home!"
The man leaned down to pick me up. I fought against him until he threw himself on me, overpowering me. He grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder. "You're not going anywhere." he said, walking away with me as I thrashed my arms against him.
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