I woke up to a slight tingling sensation all throughout my body. My skin was cold, and sharp pains crawled up my back. Realizing I had no idea where I was, I opened my eyes to reveal the interior of a half-buried plane. Shards of glass powder the the dash, and snow came in from every direction. My mind felt cloudy and was vacant of any memory of what happened before this. Outside I could hear the sounds of crunching snow, as if someone, was waiting for me, pacing back and forth. I pried myself from the leather seats and crawled through the shattered window. Looking up there was nothing but untouched snow, not a single flake was moved. I was alone here on the snow covered peak, or at least I thought. Looking back to the plane, I grew frustrated with confusion. I had no recollection of what happened, I couldn't even remember my own name. Did I fly the plane? Where was I going? Suddenly I was shoved to the ground from a large gust of cold wind. After angrily getting up, and brushing the cold snow off, my eyes caught something peculiar. Hidden behind the dense trees of the next mountain over, small puffs of smoke escaped as if to invite me, offering safety and warmth. Without looking back I began to venture from the plane, investigating my find. After walking just a few steps the wind chirped in, blowing a icy breeze at my back, trying to tell me something. Ignoring it, I continued my way toward the smoke. For every step I took, I had the strangest feeling, as if there was a presence following me. Pushing on, I reached the forest edge. It was surprisingly warmer here, it was almost magical. The farther I walk-in, the less snow there was. There was a bit of comfort here, as if the mountain was showing me bit of gratitude. And there it’s was, a small wooden cabin, with a stone cobble chimney spawning the smoke clouds I saw earlier. I ran to the door knocking on it hoping for an answer, but none came. Instead, the door slowly opened for me. With a bit of suspicion, I ventured in. There was a lady inside sitting by the fire. She stayed there, motionless, staring at the fire ignoring my presence. Awkwardly walking over I introduced myself, or at least made an attempt, “Um hello there, I um… I’m in need of shelter. My plane crashed about a mile back.” She slowly turned to face me; she seemed translucent. I could feel a cold chill up my body, the hairs of my arms stood straight, waiting at attention. She moved her hand in a ominous way, and suddenly the door was slammed shut by the wind, blowing the fire out with it. The room was dark as the woman was gone, everything felt so wrong. With a jolt, I ran to the door, shaking the handle. The door didn’t budge an inch. I looked for an escape and found a small window to the left of me. I grabbed the metal coat rack to my right and struck it, shattering it to the ground. I jumped through and made a run for the plane. The wind was blowing harder than ever, knocking over trees nearly crushing me. I cleared the trees and ran back towards the plane. Bitter wind blew at my face, swirling ice shards around me. My vision darkened, and I became frozen still. Over the howling wind I could hear the plane engine sputter to life. It came closer and closer until it faded away. The wind slowly died down. The air had become calm and quiet as I faded out. Waking up, I felt different as if I wasn’t myself. Opening my eyes I found myself in the warmth of the cabin, I was alone, sitting in the very chair the lady was sitting in. Looking at my hands, I could see the crackling fire in front of me, I too had become translucent. I have become stranded upon this mountain peak. Once more I am alone. BiographyClass of 2019
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