cratercracker

Hey guys! It is story time!

I would like to  share this with all of you:

When i was a child, I was left alone at home. Father left to work, from 6 o'clock in the morning to late night. Mother left to meet her friends, and i was left at home.

Once i learned how to dress myself up, (it is pretty hard, it is Kamchatka, and it is -36 C, so you have to dres up quite tightlty) I began going outside, digging holes in snow, walking around and trying to have fun.

And then when everybody left,i went outside, i was having fun somewhere in the forest and then.. I struck a small stone and fell into a pit with ice and sharp rocks. I screeched really hard, it was really painful, it felt like i lost my leg. I had noone to beg mercy, but i didn't cry, because i knew.. Tears will freeze on my face and leave scars..

I was lying there helpless, reaching out for help and hearing dead cold silence and long violent shouts of the powerful winds. My eyes were looking at the void of pale white sky. 

I thought it is the end, i thought i will die, in a cold and calm way, lying forgotten under the layers of snow.

But then i heard a car, i tried to shout as loud as i could, screeching like if i was murdered, but the driver didn't pay any attention. It is the worst feeling, when help is right there, so close, but it just flees away.

I tried to stand up, but my leg hurted so much, it was hell to live. But i wanted to live, i struggled and crawled though snow, dirts and trees.

When i finished my way back home, but realised.. There was no one. I couldn't find anything to eat. But i was waiting for my mother and father, until i felt asleep, dropped dead on the floor..

But mercy was on my side, so i lived.