I felt my body freezing before I could register anything else that could have possibly been going on around me.  My bones felt like they were icing over and were becoming as fragile as newly made glass. It seemed like any slight impact into my body would cause my bones to break and shatter, never to be reformed even if I was to be operated upon. My muscles reminded me of going scuba diving and having my body slowly be crushed by the water pressure that escalated as you went further down. They felt so worn and damaged that even the thoughts of movement sent spirals of pain throughout my body. My skin felt as if it was a thin strip of paper that could easily be cut through with a sword or knife. Along my arms it felt as if I had knifes along it, ready to cut into me should I dare move. I felt like I was so quick to be broken and destroyed. I felt like I was a fragile antique that couldn’t be touched because one small slip and it would be lost forever. I felt anything but life, but warmth; I couldn’t even feel my own heartbeat from my pulse that normally resounded along my entire body when something went terribly wrong. You know...that feeling of adrenaline that helps you survive another day.

           I huffed for a breath even though the pain surged within my body. Taking in that breath felt like I was swallowing sharp ice shards whole and as they slipped down my throat cut my entire trachea out. The piercing tingles along my body reminded me that I was still very much alive...it reminded me that I could feel. It reminded me that I was still a ways from death. I breathed again, having those tingles now feel like I was getting stabbed with an acid-covered steak knife along my shoulders, arms, and back. I swallowed, trying to warm up my throat with what little saliva I was making but it just felt like alcohol being placed on an infected cut. It burned and blazed. Painful enough to the point where I would have lashed out if I could of; however my body was unable to move a single sliver.

           After realizing this pain I recognized that I was closer to dying away than I thought, but still far from it. My body was far from numbing to the point where I would feel nothing and die away peacefully, if you could call freezing in the cold dying peacefully. It was strange though, people normally didn’t wake up once they fell asleep in situations like this. Their body normally would have shut down all functioning capabilities so it could focus on surviving long enough for help to arrive. So why did my body wake me up? Why did I have to experience this pain? Why?

           No, I couldn’t stay and ask why. Every second I spent in this breaking cold was causing me to die faster and more painfully. I had to move. I forced my thoughts to want to have my body look around and figure things out.

 

Maybe if I look around I could find a way out.

 

           No. What were the odds of me being able to get out even if I did find a way? I didn’t even know anything by looking at the darkness of my eyelids but my body was in no shape to move. Sure there was no rock ripping wind so I had to be inside, but even then that didn’t mean I was near the exit.

 

I’m not about to be able to get out.

 

           I was going to die in this area. I decided to myself on thing then. I needed to see where I was to be sent to my death even if it felt like I was ripping apart my body.

 

I have to open my eyes.

 

           Opening my eyes was more of a challenge than I first thought it would be. I could feel a faint feeling of frost on my eyes, locking them tight so that they wouldn’t be able to be used. I knew I had to open them though so using what little strength I could muster in the cold, arctic like weather I cracked my eyes open a slim bit, enough to be able to see but not a lot. My vision was hazy, lost to the lack of heat I was facing, however even I could tell what was around me because the room was small enough. There was a door, or what the hazy appearance seemed like a door, located about five feet away from me. The door looked brown and like it had just been placed in because there wasn’t anything on. If someone looked at that door from the other side there would be no way for them to tell that I was freezing on this side. I adjusted my eyes to look left and right a little bit and if I could have gasped I would of. The rest was covered in frost and ice; there could have even been some spots of snow.

 

I need to get a better look around.

 

           I tried to move my head to look around for anything to help me but I was frozen on the spot. It felt like the ice was not only forming around my neck, stopping me from moving that but along my whole body. It was like that ice was locking me in place.

 

I shouldn’t be awake.

 

           I blinked, trying to give my body some sort of motion that would help heat my systems up again but before long I realized it hurt too much to do it a lot, therefore no heat would be coming from that slight motion.

 

No.

 

           The pain was becoming unbearable, a sheer sign that soon I would lose feeling and wouldn’t be able to do anything. I mean...when you feel like you are being slowly locked and chained in place with just recently formed locks that still were red, you know you are near death. I knew that the pain would go away soon. I knew that soon that heat I was feeling would be gone and with it any chance of me getting out.

 

It’s funny how dying from frost is making me blazing hot first.

 

           I stopped everything I was doing for a moment. I couldn’t tell if I was happy at the thought of dying soon or scared because I was going to be dead. Here I was in a room covered in ice and unable to move, dying slowly. Sure if I lost all the feeling it wouldn’t hurt anymore but that would mean eventually I would die and I wouldn’t be able to do the things I had always wanted to do. I wouldn’t be able to go the places I wanted to go. I would be able to meet the people I wanted to me. I would be able to learn the things I wanted to learn. I wouldn’t be able to do anything.

 

I wouldn’t be able to achieve anything.

 

           That was a scary thought in itself. What else was there to do though, I mean I couldn’t just get up and leave…no, the darkness of my legs showed the signs of hypothermia and once that kicked in at a spot like the legs, there would be no chance of walking. Those skin cells and muscles and joints...well they were gone from use. Even if I was to warm up I probably would have been bound to a wheelchair or a bed for the rest of time.

 

Poor legs.

 

           My legs...that’s right I couldn’t feel them anymore. Surely it was already too late for me to do anything. I knew from health class that once you began to numb like I was, once you were unable to move and the blackness was coming onto your skin you are dead without help but who would help me? A random person who opened the door? No, that wasn’t possible. Someone would have to know if there was a person in this room. This room couldn’t have been this cold without someone doing it...but then that could only mean one thing. Someone wanted me dead, someone wanted me to suffer...someone wanted this pain. Who could want this to me? What could I have done to deserve this type of pain? What would they gain from my death? What would they achieve if it wasn’t for revenge?

 

Why do deserve this?

 

           Suddenly I felt an urge to want to live. I felt a sense that I needed to get to the door that was only a few feet away from me. I needed to find the answers. I wanted to live, I wanted to get out. I wanted to survive. So I tried to crawl.

           It hurt. It made me want to scream. I could feel my lungs burning. I could sense my chest collapsing in on itself. I could nearly hear my smaller bones snapping because they were so frozen. Still I pushed myself off the wall I was leaning on.

Snap, snap, snap.

           The fingers I was trying to use to get myself to at least be able to crawl were gone. Even in the frozen setting those broken bones burned like the fire of a hot sun. I needed to get out though and as if the adrenaline in me finally kicked in I didn’t care of the pain, I pulled myself onto my stomach and crawled to that door. I didn’t have to crawl too far to reach it either, only about a couple of feet but that couple of feet, even with my adrenaline the way it was, burned and killed and made me want to collapse and die on the spot; however I reached the door.

 

Finally I can get out.

 

           I tried to reach up, feeling my arms breaking at every movement. The idea that my body would warm up by moving was completely wrong, even though I didn’t have the thought in the first place. The movement made it seem like the body was dying faster than it should. My arm fell to the floor, in too much pain and suffering to move. Even without the pain I could tell that it was too broken now from lifting it.

 

I can’t reach the door anymore. I can’t get out.

 

           I couldn’t feel my hips or lower back anymore.

           I was dying...I couldn't reach the door handle and my body was too broken to move now. The adrenaline I had when I reached the door all but vanished when my arm bones broke into pieces. “...No,” I breathed out; destroying what was left of my vocal cords because of the lack of moisture and the harshness of the air.

           I laid there … collapsing upon what was left of my body, having my arms go numb so that I couldn’t feel them anymore. Only then did the pain and fire of the broken bones and bleeding veins rest. Only then was I a little bit happy that I was not longer able to feel.

 

Just kill me already.

 

           Suddenly the door opened...a man stood there, or at least what looked like a man from what I could tell. I couldn’t really see anymore and my head didn’t have the support to look up upon his face.

           “Looks like the medicine worked well enough. You’re bones completely snapped when you tried to move. Just what I thought would happen,” He spoke like I was some experiment or a test that was just needed to show something and then was worthless.

 

Medicine? You mean I’m some sort of test dummy?

 

           Even without seeing him anymore, I knew he wasn’t going to help me. I could tell it was his entire fault that this was happening to me. I wanted to say something. I wanted to do something. I wanted him to know just what was going on through me. I wanted him to feel some sort of sorrow or emotion but I couldn’t do anything.

            “Thank you for the information. Now you can die. There is no need for someone who can’t be saved. However I now can have a new way to kill. You are just patient zero.”

 

I just helped a murderer…

 

           As he spoke to me I began to see black. I couldn’t feel anything anymore and as he shut the door I shut my eyes.

 

At least I can’t feel anymore…