Before dawn Flower had already woken up, and had already gotten down from the tree which she deemed uncomfortable to sleep on from the start. She couldn't sleep during nighttime, her head was too complicated with thoughts and multiple contemplations about so many things. Not that she didn't get to have any sleeps, it's just that, the time which she spent in staying awake was much more than the time which she spent in sleeping.
Apparently the sun hadn't risen yet, even so, the exquisite orange twilights that overwhelmed and painted the sky could already be perceived forcing its way alongst the east, basically indicating that the sun would soon momentarily approach Alaska.
At the rim of the hill slope stood Flower. She wasn't particularly standing still, neither was she really indulge in something essential. Her hands were situated behind her back delicately, she would occasionally kick some stones with her feet and they would roll down the hill slope out of boredom. Eventhough she appeared sedated and tranquile, nevertheless, inwardly she was really Impatient and couldn't just wait for this goddamn sun to rise, shine and dazzle its illuminating light upon her body and the hill slope so that she could see what she was really up against. She just couldn't wait any longer.
Another small dull sound was made as she kicked off a small stone spontaneously down the hill slope. She exhaled, and meticulously plummeted her petite butt slothfully on the ground which was coalesced with fresh white snow and ice.
Flower yawned.
She grunted haggardly, then mumbled, "Argh! Why wouldn't this damn sun just rise already, huh?"
"I don't have time to waste here!" she fumfered and shooked her head in displeasure, whilst rubbing her palms together painstakingly in order to create heat.
Soon enough, and after she had rubbed her palms together to her contentment, she aimed them on her red, cold, chubby cheeks. Flower sat there stagnant with the hood of her hoodie hiding her head and hairs, whilst playing with some stone and snows. She did all these for quite the long time so as to keep herself busy whilst awaiting the sunlight, because if she ended up staring at the sky whilst waiting for the sunlight to show fully, then it is likely for it to be slow in showing, thus, she kept playing with the stones and snow till the sunlight was finally showing and enough to see perfectly.
She wasn't rash in percepting it because she was facing downwards, so therefore, after suspecting the first ray of sunshine that dazzled above and towards her, she then finally assured herself that the sun was out fully.
Squinting her eyebrows, "What took you so long?!" she scorned and a pallid sigh followed after.
She brashed herself upwards, and towards the rim of the hill slope she went.
Anxiously and nervously to avoid herself from accidentally falling down the hill unknowingly, she went towards it. All that was cascading her mind was that finally she was going to mount down the hill slope today and get away from Anthony's territory, and perhaps she could even find people there, living in houses, or working in shops. Since the hill slope appeared mysterious and a little mesmerizing, so Flower here couldn't help but want to see what lies around it.
She swallowed abundant spit.
Reaching it edge, Flower looked downwards at it. Then her eyes enlargened, her lips parted in spontaneous awe leaving her mouth agaped, and a ruesome but bewildered look fixated atop the young lady's pale face. She panted profusely, she couldn't control her racing heart. Of course she already knew that she was so unfortunate, but then she didn't expect that her unfortunateness would affect her up to this manner.
Flinging the hood of her hoodie away from her head, she ran her hands backwards across her hairs, seeming detaily distressed. She scratched her hair roughly, not sure of what to do next.
"How could this be…? !" she groaned slothfully, "Am I this unlucky?" she questioned herself.
"Damnit! So much for wanting to climb down this good-for-nothing hill slope."
"Such a nightmare!"
She yelled angrily, causing her voice to echo all around the place, as she couldn't control her fury anymore than she was already doing. Some snowbirds that were staying on some nearby tree hastily flap their wings and scampered away with full velocity, thinking that a war invasion was going on and that they were going to be killed soon, not knowing that it was furious Flower who was angry and had made such unnecessary sensitive noises which echoed just now.
Her face had already turned red in anger. All she just felt like indulging in now was punching anything that approached her and venting her anger upon that thing. She clenched her fist defensively, with a thorough frown decorating her face, and immediately after, she ran towards the huge tree which was the nearest to her.
'Thud! Thud!'
Flower continuously delivered a mightsome and powerful punch against the tree, forcibly and determinedly manifesting her anger atop the tree as a way to lament her heartbreak and furiousness. She despised the horrible situation which she was currently in, she had basically treaded and mount the hill with excess troubles and cross to bear.
So now seeing that the snowy mysterious hill slope which she had wholeheartedly anticipated had turned out to be nothing but a sham really hurt her feelings.
Initially, Flower as a sensitive person was expecting abundant pile of snow to be present at the end of the hill slope, and shops and houses to be present around it. She had daydreamed the mysterious hill slope to be a favourable place for her, as soon as she could manage to convey herself down the hill by creating a snowboard.
However, creating a snowboard and mounting down the hill slope now would not only be a waste of time and effort, but also a perilous suicidal attempt. Simply mounting down the hill slope isn't only the problem at hand, what lies beneath it was what really manipulated dreads, lamentations, annoyance and sadness for the young lady and it was also the reason behind her decision in turning the poor tree into a punching bag.
At the end of the hill slope, a very large body of water stood, it was very vast and elongated that it would even take a ship months before getting to the other side of the shoreline, which was distance away and couldn't be seen by Flower. It didn't stop there, the surface of the large body of water was amalgamated with thin ice almost all through, it seemed terrifying to just basically look at, especially for someone as frail as Flower. Looking at the body of water was like looking at a doomsday cycle.
So definitely and obviously, she wasn't going to climb down the so called 'mysterious hill slope' by all means. She wasn't stupid enough to not know that walking on thin ice is like walking into a lion's den or stepping on a tiger's groins. Merely looking at it, for Flower it felt as though a whale might just jump out of it and swallow her whole.
Climbing up these hill now was nothing more than a wasted efforts for Flower.
Flower perpetuate punching the poor tree with full acceleration, her knuckles were even bleeding trivially, but it didn't bother her one bit. All she just wanted to do apparently was to punch the hell out of the tree until she just couldn't anymore.
She panted profusely as she did this. Sweats were already dripping down from her forehead and had conflated her pretty face in minutes, eventhough the weather at hand was overly frigid, Flower had managed to create heat for herself eventhough it wasn't on purpose. She only did that because she was furious, but now it seems as though she was presently benefiting from it.
Contrary to that, she was also losing, as it is, punching a tree could lead to so many downsides—exhaustiveness, famishments, thirstiness and so on. But be it as it may, all this downside does not matter to Flower at present in the slightest order, due to the fact that she was already lost in her own world, and clearly she wouldn't be stopping her punching charades anytime soon.
In all her years of living, she had never ever gotten this mad and devastated before. Someone as kind, simple and polite as her occasionally see the world in a very well distinguished manner, she didn't deem it as too hard and difficult, at least that was when she wasn't in a tough situation, but now that she was left alone in the wilds to survive, suffer and struggle, she was now presently viewing it in another prospective—very very difficult.
After abundant minutes and minutes of punching nonstop like a professional boxer. Flower finally succumbed to the feeling of defeat which she had basically been persistent in accepting. Warm watery liquid substance overwrought her adorable face as they kept cascading down consistently down her forehead.
She panted frequently with profusion, using the sleeve of her hoodie to erase the warm watery liquid substance away from her face.
She continued panting, since she had seemingly engaged herself in a rough battle not too long ago, so therefore trying to grasp her breaths now, presently appears as the most difficult thing ever. Not too long after that, Flower leaned against the tree and shut her eyes, then folded her arms together, as she was still a little bit furious and exhausted.
As she did that, Flower knuckles immediately began to thump and hurt really bad. She had frequently scrutinized the good old poor tree with rigorous punches as she couldn't limit her furiousness back then, so presently her knuckles had basically turned red and slightly swollen. Whilst punching she wasn't acknowledging any pain whatsoever, because she was still in indulgence, however, now that she had calmed down a bit and could think straight, her brain was now presently acknowledging the pain as it should have been from the beginning.
Flower whimpered haggardly. Using her mouth, she hastily blew cold air atop it, and then afterwards, she bent down and pack some snow atop it.
She heaved a sigh of relief as the snow seemed to have poised the thumping of her knuckles and stop them from hurting severely, although not completely, but to a bearable level.
The poor girl sighed tiredly again, looking like a damsel in distress.
'I have to decide on where to venture next,' she thought inwardly, aiming her face left and right, trying to detect where to go next as she remained stagnant whilst assuming a bending position.
Knowing fully that deciding to stay still and not progressing any further would do her little to no good at the moment. At least she was still lucky that this wasn't the only way towards escaping from this awful place that could only be described as hell. So yes, defeat wasn't an option.