Jinx

I sit in the dank by the river with ice granules floating all over my shoulders and face.  I breathe out an ice-cold breath to warm the day - but the breath turns frosted before it is swept away.  I want to return home, but there is no home to return to, only a cupboard of criminals squatting in what used to be a family home.  So I stay by the river freezing my face off while wondering what the kiss of a fire might feel like upon my dead skin?

 

I gasp!  I muttered the word dead inside of my mind. Dead like a grave, like an endless slumber in which you are trapped.  I want to cross my fingers to wave past the tide of evil that little swear has created inside of my mind.  I feel threatened however and so I peer through the fog to find an enemy and find only ice.

 

"That ice had better keep far away from me!"  I mutter through lips ice-cold.  "Or I'll tell..." I try to warn, but inside of my mind I cry -  I have been left without a friend or guardian to spill my evil secrets to, and so I nibble on my lip to try and break the spell which I have already cast.  I don't feel comforted however, I only gain a split in my skin which makes me tremble -  I have already severed my lip, and it feels as though I have severed my head!

 

"I had better go back to that place;"  I mutter, but I sit still as a rock -  there is nothing that will make me warm my brain to get my feet moving towards that thing called a woodland-shack!

 

 

I think of Jack and Jill walking up the hill, walking from a place which needs for them to fetch water for the stove to work!  The house is their enemy and as the two children walk they smile, but one trip and they both fall and stuble until their heads are cracked on the dark black stones beneath.

 

"I feel like that is why I am here!"  I mutter as I look to the water which has turned hard as ice.  "To fetch a pale of water;'  I add -  but in reality I have just flocked to fetch a pale of silence!

 

 

A bird on the fly breaks my thoughts and I shiver - the sihouletter that surfs through my eyes is that of a black bird, they symbol of death.  Could I die if I stay?  Or has death just flown away from me?  I am not sure, and so I shed a tear in my moment of confusion. 

 

"I had to say the dreaded swear word!" I mutter as I cross my fingers and brows.  "I had to turn back luck over my own shoulder!" 

 

I am suddenly cross, and I tell myself to walk away from my cross with a trek through the woods -  however I sit still until the crack of a rifle warns me that man is in the wood. 

 

 

I look over my shoulder as my heart beats like thunder inside of my ears.  I listen for another sign but there is none.  There are no other sounds, and so I shrug the worry off my brow and stuff it inside of my head.

 

"I feel like a deer!"  I mutter inside of my mind.  "But I have not yet been caught!"

 

"Caught you!"  a rough tone bellows from behind.

 

I turn around and tremble as I catch sight of my abductor -  his name is Vex, and his breath stinks like a night of drinking gone stale!  I look at him with his height, his beard, and his rifel, and think cold thoughts of war and death.  He looks like a black bird pearached in stood ready for an attack, and as he targets me at the end of his rifle I know that I have been jinxed.  So I suck in my breath and cross my toes hard before I force myself to speak.

 

"A nice morning to you!"  I squeak through teeth so cold my lips have stuck on thier edges.

 

"Goodnight!"  tells Vex before he fires a shot which pierces my shoulder with a sting. 

 

I wish it were my head to numb me from the harsh throbbing that thrown down myy arm and through my blood.  I have been hit with something like a spear and I fall off the log I have sat myself on to sob amongst the dam leaves stuck frosted on the forest floor.  I whimper as hot pain sears through my body, and with tears inside of my eyes I look up at the sky and sea a black bird again.  Once again I think of the word death, and a crystal shark falls from a branch onto my face.  It breaks upon my cheeks with a crash that pierces my cold skin, and my cheek splits enough to allow for a trickle of blood to rolld own my face with a tear and splash onto the damp under me.  My back does feel damp and cold, and soon I realize I am sinking slowing into the eath as though being accepted by the Ancient Mother of times long past.  Wet earth covers my neck and shoulders before Vex appears before me.  He pulls me out of my grave like I am a piece of rotting apple-peel, and he takes me back to the forest shack I had ran away from early that morning.

 

I don't feel any warmer not even as I am placed in front of a burning fire, for above me is a black bird and it is soaring with its wings stretched wide as the walls melt around it until it's runny wax pools by my feet.

 

"Death!"  I mutter one more time before that black bird takes wing and blasts through the ice-cold window across the room.