Cold

Cold, so very cold, dark, fear danger,ice. Where was I? I tried to open the narrow slits that enabled me to see but even with them open there was not much difference. My breath came out in ragged gasps. My whole body lay shivering and convulsing on the cold damp floor. Twitching lips, unable to scream. My brain, befuddled with the cold wasnt progressing in its usual train of thoughts. Thoughts eluded me. I tried to clutch at a memory, something to tell me what happened. How did I get here? I clutch at a though and it immediately slips away after a brief glimpse of which I can deduce nothing. My own mind was playing tricks against me. I wondered who'd win. Somehow it got get even darker and I wondered how I could tell when it was pitch dark before. I felt atiny pressure on my heart, just a nudge. I felt it again, a little harder this time. The temperature started dropping again. Colder and colder. The touch was now a punch. I couldnt move, couldnt scream, could only endure and for how long, I could not bear to think. A tingling sensation passed through me from the bottom of my toes up to my waist and I realised I could no longer feel the lower part of my body. This could not be hell. Hell was a world of fire, maidens of evil, swirling tendrils of posionous smoke would loom in the horizon and everywhere there would be screeches of torture, pain, agony and despair. It was worse here, too quiet, a deathly hush, dark, lifeless, the only thing changing was the temperature and that dropped lower and lower. The force now felt as if a sledgehammer was being pounded through my rib cage and suddenly CRACK! Reverbrating was the echo that sounded the area and amazingly I felt no pain, just a finality I could not express in terms of words. I felt miserable. This wasnt how it was supposed to end. Or rather where it was supposed to end. I stood up, and walked into the blanket of darkness that surrounded my vision . I kept on walking until suddenly a huge ball of glittering light appeared in the sky and I could see! In front of me was a shimmering pond.. I ran to it and glimpsed into the murky depths and saw my image on the surface. Two empty sockets glared unseeingly at me. No wonder I felt no pain. I was already dead