The Frozen Tear

She was running like wild, running like she had never run before, running as if there was no tomorrow. Her only aim was to get away from that terrible place and most of all from him: a good-looking young man with good manners on the outside but still a monster in a human form.

While she was trying to escape with her long, velvety evening gown flying behind her, she could still feel his piercing blue eyes on the back of her neck. It gave her the chills and as she was turning around, she nearly stumbled. But there was no one there; just the night and herself… Nevertheless, she knew that she had to keep on running although she did not know how far away she had to go to be ultimately safe. So she ran, and ran, and ran, until she could feel her feet starting to bleed in her high heels. But the remembrance of his sweaty hands on her thighs made her neglect the pain and she was even quickening her pace.

Now she was noticing for the first time how freezing cold it was. The sharp, cold, nightly air was biting the skin on her face and then she suddenly fell to her knees: Her right foot had hit a small pebble stone. This was the moment she could not hold her tears back anymore; she started to cry like she never had before.

Only a couple of minutes later, she forced herself to get back up, knowing that she must not give up. Hence, she left her shoes besides the stone and went on; the cold, hard ground underneath her feet didn’t matter to her. In her ears, she could still hear his hoarse voice and she could still feel his hot breath on her skin. As she remembered his words, her breathing became faster and her heart was beating more rapidly with every minute.

After a while, she finally broke down. It was over. She did not know how far she had been running and if the distance would be enough but her feet had stopped her. They had become numb and her toes had taken on a bluish colour. The chilly wind made her shiver and she was not able to stop crying. The tears were freezing on her face, leaving icy streaks…

She knew perfectly well that she would never be able to forget him and his touches. He had managed to break her and her will entirely and although he had not killed her she felt completely empty inside. That made her realise that what he had done to her was even worse than killing, that her flight was completely senseless. There was no real escape…

Totally exhausted, she was sitting on the icy ground, staring at the starry sky that soon was covered by a blanket of clouds. Just as her mind began to become blank, tiny snowflakes started to fall and she could feel a new, last tear forming in the corner of her eye. Slowly, the tear ran down her cheek and fell to the ground, freezing on its way and shattering into a million tiny, nearly invisible pieces…

26/04/2012