Open End

Intro

       The bleak December wind no longer stung my cheek, but instead warmed me with a deadening embrace. The same senselessness I've been trying to become. Sitting on the frigid slide that pointed towards the woods I noticed a slight change in the distance. Looking past the unloved trees I could clearly see the shocking contrast on the clear canvas I was so prone to.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also saved my life.

Carefully examining the scene, or what I could from my view, before traveling over to it. Floating in the wind was an inanimate object. It looks black, almost blue, but I couldn't tell. I was too far away.

“Come closer” I heard a mothering voice cooed right passed me

Before I could even come to the reality of what just happened I was no more than a ten feet away from the scene. It was so graphic I almost puked in my mouth as memories made an attempt to float in my head again.

Did someone come across a bear?!

I was now five feet away from the scene, felt like my body was just slowly levitating closer.
Melting away at the snow was blood splatters painting away a murder scene. Brain matter laid scattered on the ice snow, the matter wasn't frozen, it still looked warm.

Did this just happen?

Shreds of clothing hung from broken branches, one was directly over my head. Navy blue, with a small button hanging from a merely existing string. Blood coating the ripped outlines.

The memories forced their way back into my head. Shaking my head viciously in attempt to pry my attention back to the murder scene not wanting to revisit the tormented events from earlier. Squeezing my eyes shut to push away the tears that begged to fall.

“You're missing the best part” the same voice whispered with a malicious tone.

I kept my eyes closed

“LOOK” it demanded

“no” I mumbled

At that moment I felt hands colder than the wind that brushed my cheeks wrap around my neck. I began to panic as my throat began to close. I wanted to scream, gasp in some air, but I couldn't. It felt like wasp were partying in my head as my body went numb. I reached up to try and pull the old, scratchy hand away from me. Fail. Scratching at the hand, but not even a flinch..it..it just took it and squeezed harder digging its nails into my skin.  I opened my mouth to shriek yet nothing but nothing left my mouth. Not ever air. I open my eyes with every ounce of strength left so, I could at least see who it was.
I fell to the ground wheezing and coughing, struggling to replenish my body with oxygen again.
Finally, I look up no one was there, but there was a dagger with a white ball resting on the tip a few inches from my face. I take a deep breath before reaching out to grab it.
Picking up the dagger carefully I examine it. The bronze metal stained with blood, I flipped the dagger and the white ball turned out to be an eye a flippin eye?! The iris was blue. Whose eye was this? Right along side the was a phrase engraved in the dagger. I ran my fingers over the words that read:

                      Now You See

I chuckle slightly as I was still trying to catch my breath. It was kinda funny because who ever lost their eye is either dead or blind. Looking up I noticed a trail of blood that followed close behind a pair of footprints in the snow.

Will this be the time that curiosity kills me or will it save me?