Drips, falling down his face. Drip, drip, drip.. He walked, the blood dripping slowly. The blood spilling out of his head onto the pale, icey snow. The tears mixing in the blood as it fell off his face. A lost little boy. Lost and sobbing. Wandering in the frozen wood. Drip, drip, drip. Ruining the perfect white of the ground. He wandered and wandered. Just trying to find something, a single sign of anything. He sobbed. Walking, continuously, endlessly. More blood fell off of his face, a few drops landing onto his clothing, staining it. After what seemed like forever. He just, stopped. Got down onto his knees. And just sobbed. Sobbed into his cold hands, covered in blood. He stared up at the tall, long branches of the trees with tears falling down his cheeks. He screamed until his throat hurt. Screaming into the snow. It was dark, there was no sun in the sky. Just snow. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. But, he kept going. Trying to find safety. Any kind of safety. Just.. anything. Anything. His head throbbed. More blood spilled out of it. More tears filling his eyes. Falling as he screamed to himself once more. ●●●● Alone, he's completely alone. No one. Just him and the howling wind. He looked ahead, nothing. Just more snow and trees. He felt dizzy. His vision became blurry. He clenched his chest. Stumbling onto the ground, falling onto the hard ice. His eyes slowly closed as he continued to sob quietly. He soon passed out, in this freezing cold.
