Jack Frost Fanfiction: All Alone Chapter 6

Chapter 6
               Darkness was everywhere. The light was broken, so there wasn’t even a silhouette of the dark horses. I didn’t know what to do. Everywhere I looked there was pitch black, except for the occasional pair of glowing eyes when I found a horse’s head.
               I breathed in deeply, trying not to cry, but seeing that there wasn’t anything I could do, panic filled my nerves. I bent down and curled up, and tears slid down my cheeks, making shallow puddles by my feet.
               Nothing much had changed since last chapter. I was cold. Wet. And terrified.
               I heard the horses’ snorts and their neighs and clippity-clop of the horses were coming closer and closer. I was hoping they couldn’t see me in the dark, but I had a very scared feeling that they could.
               Suddenly I heard a horse yelp and heard the horse being froze over. I quickly stood up. I was breathing quickly, not crying anymore, but still breathing in quick, panicked air.
               “Wh- who’s there?” I asked. Nobody answered. Each horse collapsed as the ice spread across its body. Footsteps came, and I got ready to run, waiting nervously for who it was. As if the horses knew who or what was coming, they faded away, and all that was left was the ice and the black stuff it was made of. I bent down, reached my fingers down, and picked a handful of the blackness. “Is this sand?” I muttered quietly.
               “Hey lady! Are you lost or something?!” A man suddenly came and the blackness faded away. I could only see him due to the moonlight.
               “Here. Let me fix the light first. What the-?” He said realizing the lamp was broken, then he lifted his eyebrow up at me, silently accusing me of breaking it.
               I explained what happened, and why I was still here, “Someone broke the lamp, and then tried to kill me.” I said simply.
               After staring at me for a few minutes he asked, “Uhm. Are you okay?”
               I nodded nonchalantly, and asked. “Is there a bus station nearby? I’d rather not walk home right now.”
               “Ehm. Yeah but it’s miles away. I can drop you off if you’d like.” He offered, but I shook my head.
               “No, but thank you very much.”                      
               I turned and walked, still slightly dazed. I had almost died today. Twice. And I had a feeling that a certain winter spirit had saved my life both times.