At midnight. Flower opened her eyes sluggardly. Not like her earlier sleep was inclined to peace anyways, originally one can't be expected to have a peaceful sleep whilst dwelling in the wilds and whilst being proned to wild animals and unwonted natural disasters. Henceforth, Flower's reasons for not being able to sleep comfortably is acceptable and reasonable.
Flower had postulated that perhaps a good sleep would have relieved her of her body aches and worries, and would have brought slight calmness to her heavy and painful heart, nonetheless, it was overly otherwise. It beseems as though the sleep was increasing her body aches and adding to her worries.
Perhaps the procrustean posture she was claiming on the tree top whilst sleeping was the situation that was responsible for her unfavorable body aches. Although the tree was still presently creating protection for Flower against the brutal snowstorm that was still transpiring, alas it still isn't the best choice to accommodate when searching for a place that could provide one with a comfortable sleeping state.
Flower yawned wiltingly. Waters dripped out from the side of her big, round and adorable eyes drop by drop. Basically it wasn't because Flower was shedding tears, or because she was having some mood swings, or because she was experiencing some emotional trauma, or even because she was missing her late colleagues or her parents.
Flower's eyes was dripping waters due to yawning and not having enough sleep. She was used to sleeping comfortable and also used to sleeping to her satisfaction while she was still living in Florida and while she was still living with the people she loved and cherished so much, but then currently, all that moments were now her past.
Although if she leaves now and managed to secure a thorough escape plan back to Florida, she wouldn't be able to see Julius and Amanda ever again moreover they are already dead and had been buried. Nevertheless, all these sufferings she was accurately accommodating at present would all be worth it if she was to get back home and receive a loving, heart melting embrace from her sweet mother. And not to forget the cooking of her sweet mother, all these would reduce her sufferings and make her heart pain more underwhelming.
Flower sniffled. She wiped the wet liquids away from her face with the sleeve of her hoodie, and after that a sneeze followed suit. Flower blowed her nose and slimy liquids spilled out of it and onto the cold ground. Flower proceeded to clean her nose too with the sleeve of her hoodie.
On a normal day, all this her dirty behavior of cleaning her nose and mouth with the clothes she was embodying would have disgusted her to the core and made her almost want to vomit. But then again, she had close to no choice than to treat herself like this, she had no handkerchiefs or any spare clothes, so she would most definitely accept any opportunity that came her way, e.g cleaning her mucus and spatters with the sleeves of her hoodie as she couldn't leave them there under any circumstances.
Flower sneezed once again. "This cold is killing me!" she mumbled and grunted with a frowned facial expression.
Flower shut her eyes, "Oh heavens. I pray I don't die here," she folded her palms together tightly as though saying a prayer to God almighty.
'Does snows even ever stops falling in Alaska?' Flower hissed in displeasure.
Opening her eyes, she climbed down the tree and she jumped off the remaining climbing attempt, then shortly after she landed atop the snow filled ground surface. Nothing seemed off about her landing until she found herself sinking more deeper into the snow as there appears to be no solid ground on the surface presently. This eventuate due to snowstorm that had been happening for the past seven hours now.
She panicked, thinking that she might end up sinking to the bottom, and end up being covered with snow from bottom to top. She had watched so many horror movies about adventurers, mystery seekers, explorers and highschool campers and how they had all died brutally in the forest after meeting with an unfavorable incident along the way—being eating by wild animals—drowning to death whilst trying to cross the ocean—or experiencing some natural disasters.
All these thoughts implanted more fear in Flower's frail heart. She panted intensely, her heartbeat accelerated as they spontaneously smelt imminent danger.
Her hands trembled, likewise her entire body. She became weak in the knees and she panicked more.
Snapping out of her thinking state. She attempted to move forward as though swimming amidst a river of snow. The snow had managed to swallow half a portion of Flower's delicate body as though hungry for human meat.
Flower struggled to move further and as expected, the situation was getting more and more out of hand.
It appears as though the more she moved was the more she was getting more and more sucked into the bone-chilling snow that was overwhelming the ground with abundant quantity.
Flower gasped! "Goodness gracious!"
She swallowed hard and struggle to balance herself. She hastily grabbed unto the tree and wrapped her arms around it, then she managed to pull herself upwards after multiple shufflings.
She panted profusely, as though she had just finished engaging herself in a tough and harsh battle. Even hers was more intense than that of a person who just got him or herself involve in a tough battle. She was utterly scared to death, knowing well that if she didn't hasten herself in climbing the tree upwards, then she would have been swallowed completely by the cold snow.
She pressed her hands on her chest above her heart. She continued panting and her heart perpetuate palpitating. She sat down on the tree uncomfortably but manageably, definitely sure that she would have been suffocated and buried by the snow if she didn't act fast.
She closed her eyes, trying her best to get a clasp on herself. She knew that the snowstorm was an intensified one and had already been going on for up to seven hours now or so. But, what Flower didn't know was that it was this crucial and had even claimed almost half of the earth surface. Indeed it was very surprising.
At long last, Flower's eyes which had refused to produce tears beforehand was now starting to accompany overwhelming dread, she couldn't help but cry as she was about to witnessed her whole life flashed before her eyes about a minute ago.
The profound tears which had gathered in Flower's eyes began to drip down unwaveringly. Although initially it was quite a relief to her that she was now able to cry again and lessen her inner burdens and woes through it. But still, she wasn't really expecting such, if she had been told that she would have almost being killed by snow this night, she would have believed it, but then she wasn't expecting it as it had been mentioned earlier and that would have been the last thing she would have been expecting.
Flower had woken up because firstly, she wasn't really feeling sleepy, secondly, because the tree was the most uncomfortable thing she had ever slept on in her entire lifetime, and last but not the least, thirdly, she had gotten up from the tree in order to take a look at the trap she had set up earlier. Flower was unfathomably hungry, she sensed that perhaps the reason for her not being able to sleep soundly was because she hasn't eaten anything for a very long time now.
Therefore, Flower was hoping that if she had managed to secure a good meat meal with her trap, then she would be able to roast it and eat it peacefully eventhough it has no seasonings, spices or salt, it still didn't matter as long as it would give her enough energy to walk and explore. Flower thought that she would be able to roast it quickly and eat up so that by dawn she would be able to continue her pilgrims, since she had already waste so much of her time just by waiting for the snowstorm to begin and end. But now that the snow had ruined everything, she knew that her trap would have been ruined too, which means, no meal for today again.
Flower perpetuate crying. She folded her knees and wrapped her arms around it, partly because she was feeling cold and partly because she was feeling overwhelmed by a lot of emotions. For some reasons, since that day that she had attempted trying to jump down from the mansion through her room window, she had been basically really scared of death or anything that could result to it.
She hated death, she dreaded it to the core.
Inwardly, Flower tried to calm herself down. She knew she wouldn't gain anything from crying unnecessarily, she had to be strong and fierce, she also knew that nothing good comes easily, this were all the sacrifices that has to be rendered in return for freedom.
'I shouldn't cry. I shouldn't, I'm fine, everything is going to be fine. All these just calls for endurance, I'm going to be absolutely fine. I'm sure of it.'
Flower breathed in and out slowly, trying clasp her breaths and clench a grip on herself and her demeanor. She forced a meek but devastating smile on her lips, and promptly she unwrapped her hands which was once wrapped around her knees and used them to erased her tears from her cheeks.
"I am strong. I can do this and I am healing slowly, but surely. I am determined, I will definitely acquire my goal. This is a promise that I'm making to myself."
"I am strong. I can do this and I am healing slowly, but surely. I am determined, I will definitely acquire my goal. This is a promise I'm making to myself."
Flower recited all this continuously almost in whispers, with a closed eyes. Only heavens knows what today might bring to her, truly only heavens knows. As it is sometimes, ones wings can weigh them down. While sometimes, what one might sometimes think is an advantage might end up becoming a disadvantage. All in all, the world works in a mysterious way. Indeed it does.
Flower opened her eyes and glanced downwards. She stretched her neck and took a peak, presently she could now see accurately that the snow had already occupied half of the tree length. It was due to her impatient that she had jumped off and hadn't analyze her environment thoroughly before jumping off the tree like a kangaroo not too long ago. If she had taken a minute to look down and acknowledge the snow, then she would have eventually noticed that the ground had grew more taller than before due to the snow occupying it.
'Now that the snow had occupied almost half of the earth surface. How will I be able to continue my journey now then?' she thought, and sighed wiltingly.
'Would I then have to stay on this tree for about a day or two just for the snow to melt down then? But then I still doubt that there would be any sunlight tomorrow with the amount of dark clouds that are still enveloping the sky.'
"Darn it!" she snapped at herself. "Do I always have to be this unlucky?" she added with a mutter.
After a long and hard contemplating and ponderings. Flower gradually came to understand something. 'Holding grudges against myself wouldn't do, if I end up fighting myself from now till tomorrow nothing will change. What is done now is already done, all I have to involve myself in is finding a way out of this pile of snowy mess.'
'I can barely see anything now.' Indeed it was still utterly dark and gloomy, that one could even merely spot ones body parts with the amount of darkness radiating from the sky.
Flower concluded inwardly, since she could predict the time, although not the exact or accurate time, but only with an hour difference or minutes, she could still tell the time. With that, Flower had an hunch that it was midnight already, and in about five to six hours it would be dawn already.
'I'll just wait a little bit longer until it's dawn. Then afterwards I'll find a way out. Besides, I can barely see anything in this darkness, talkless of finding a way out of this snowy situation.'
Flower sat atop the tree still, quiet, sad, hopeless, fatigued and unhappy. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen from crying, her hairs were messy, unkempt and covered in snow. Her lips were pale and void of any colours. Flower hated the situation she was in with all her might, but then what more could she do than to embrace and endure it.
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Until the next morning, Flower had zero winks of sleep. Partly because she was still scared and partly because she wasn't feeling sleepy.
She scanned the sky thoroughly, and then she realized that it was dawn already. She didn't realized this before, because she was still lost in space.