Ice's Corruption

What's Your Name, Sir?

Suddenly a man awakes from his unconscious state. His involuntary slumber would have concealed his faith, yet it didn’t and his awakening prolonged it. He was alone experiencing environmental difficulties, as the merciless, icy winds continuously complicit his situation. The cold with its’ bitterness pecking, demonstrated a passionate hatred towards the man. The man’s predicament was entirely created by the hateful cold. A gigantic wave of confusion hit the man because he couldn’t conjure a single thought of this misfortunate events’ beginning. He couldn’t ponder on the situation anymore or his death was certainly coming. He rose from the human-shaped hole he apparently created. Strangely, there weren’t any visible signs of darkening flesh, but he didn’t want to wait for those symptoms to develop. He walked until he was incapable of walking for the time being. He was exhausted, cold, starving, and scared. He was traveling through the cold for days, and no sign of frostbite yet. He wanted death to reap his soul, and take him to the afterlife. He didn’t care to go heaven, but to hell because it’s better then freezing.  He could have laid there, and dead but that wasn’t the case. An overwhelming amount of determination motivated the broken man to survive this hellish weather. Hope surged through him. He wanted to make his survive certain, but he didn’t know why. He couldn’t remember anything about himself or anything worth living for. He felt emotions unfamiliar to him, and theses unknown emotions motivated him. He couldn’t attach these emotions to any experiences, emotions, or memories.  Despite his determination urging him to survive, exhaustion beat both of them. He wanted to survive, but his muscle unable able to help move further, as they were cold too. He was beginning to lose unconscious. His heart rate, and breathing slowed down tremendously. Tired and weakened, his eyes slowly closed and reopened to a woman. He appeared to be in a room with a woman in a beautiful red dress. The room was dark except the middle of it where light descended on the woman. She bathed in the heavenly glow of the light as the red dress glisten like rubies.  He heard her sobbing and was confused about the nature of it. She seems to have an obvious mourn sound in her sobs, but it also hinted laughter. She simultaneously laughed and cried. She appeared to have a piece of paper in her hand. He wondered what was on that paper worthy of such a reaction. He knew down to confront the woman. She looked up, showing her watery blue eyes. Their passionate intent captivated his attention. Her eyes had excessive amount emotions, and happiness was one he wasn’t expecting.
“You’re here, wasn’t expecting you to be here, “the woman said happily, wiping her tears.
“I thought you wouldn’t be here because of your suicidal message.  You portrayed yourself as a monster, but your demeanor and attitude suggest a monstrous personality. I realize it is metaphorical, but you don’t have any reason to think that.  Your only crucial mistake way killing yourself.” The man looked upon the woman in puzzlement.
“What are you talking about,” the man said. He already knew she was talking about him, but he wasn’t dead to his knowledge. Several questions ran across his mind, but before he could word his next question the woman answered his first question.
“I’m talking about your suicide letter confessing your love for me. It’s a beautiful suicide note with so much emotion behind it. Killing yourself over single someone is idiotic and simultaneously it’s a romantic gesture. I see it as contradiction, but love conquers all.”
“Can I see the letter?” the man said in a drab and emotionless tone. He didn’t know how to react to his own death. She handed him to note, and it read.
Metaphorically speaking everything is pain itself. Love can be painful. A concept that I, a naïve human, thought I had an idea of its' meaning. I can’t be passionate about relationships or the concept mutuality anymore. I compare myself as a feral creature killing constantly to survive, feasting on the latest prey mercilessly. Me, a beast that inflicted pain and suffering upon other beings, the pain, being inflicted is me emotionally hurting my current spouse. “The latest prey” is my latest victim to my cold-hearted actions. I believe myself to be a monster, yet I still believe myself a caring person. I learn from experiences that we as a human race are corrupted by our thoughts and limited knowledge. While observing my peers, I notice everyone’s desire to rank higher in social status, popularity. There were these popular girls in my high school. The “leader” told one of her followers that she was a waste of a person, completely humiliating her in front everyone in the cafeteria.  Her peer that idolized her as a goddess of justice, who righteousness was heavily admired. In reality “the queen bee” fabricated a false scenario in which her victim was the bad guy and she the saint. Her follower was one of them who experienced this heartless. All of her peers insulted her for “assaulting” the leader of the most beloved students.  She successfully killed herself.  Everyone said that poor popular girl was hurting with a lack of sympathy. This actually happens to people in real life. Neglect of a person or their feelings can cause people to get hurt. I am now enlightened about this because I experienced it. My ex-girlfriend tried to kill herself over what my friend did. I think about it and I begin to smile, but I wasn’t always smiling. I felt like I was assisting with the murder. I felt as if I commented a homicidal murder. My feelings were the object of negligence, and no one cared. “They “were concerned with the gothic girl who openly stated her opinions and problems. I constantly hear her complaints, and I feel like she’s trying to get sympathy or attention. Everyone acknowledges her presence, mostly because her boisterous character, and people do sympathize with her. I feel like everyone continues to talk to her because of her depressing life. I sympathize with her, yet my feelings where ignored by the girl who "cared" for me. In that relationship she probably never thought about my feelings. I constantly went out my way to make her feel belonged. She won’t want me to be hurt, yet I am mentally scarce. She sometimes let her eye wonder towards me figuratively speaking. “It” would occasionally and affectively proclaim her love to me. “It’s” probably doing it out of sympathy. No matter how many times I try to forget my heart and mind beats my emotions. My mind manifests a fantasy of a perfect Eliza, it. A forgiving, nurturing, and caring Eliza. I regret the idea because the idea of me getting back with her out of sympathy shows how weak I am. My emotions get in the way, and people manipulate emotions to get what they want. In my case a fantasy of my ex girlfriend. My mind emulates everything I love about Eliza. My mind made the fantasy of the sympathetic Eliza. I hate the mind’s powerful ability of stimulating. It stimulated an Eliza that will occasionally complement me, proclaiming its’ love. It isn’t real and never will be. The idea was just a fantasy made by my desire for a relationship. The only way to get rid of it was to kill myself because I would forget the real her. I would never learn to love my fantasies of her. Eliza, my beloved, it going to receive all love. Before my death I wrote my beloved a suicidal love note, devoting my soul and heart as forever hers'. I told her the death of love and a loving death toke me to a new place beyond her understanding and comprehension. A gift of a symbolic bloody, white rose was left. Symbolizing my love, and emotionally dramatic death.
Yours Truly, Romeo
“You know rebirthing after death is a religious concept” the woman said after the man read the last word of the letter. He waited, giving the woman to elaborate her given statement.
“The reincarnation process puts a soul in a body physically similar or different from the previous body. A soul could be a person’s emotions. Preference on communication, association with others, or sense of narcissism or greatness. Anything concept created to categorize a person as pure or sinful. You don’t possess a soul. You’re a sentient manifestation of what a doll should be. The only difference from you and a doll is your sentience, instinctive knowledge of consciousness, and determination to live, survive instinct. You are almost emotionless, you lack personality, and you’re a play thing, a doll. Luckily, your interactions and actions can determine your faith, and you can choose a life of purity and admiration or a life of sin and manipulation of fear. You will be rewarded your soul, once you earned it.                          will soon be able to feel “human” emotions. Unfortunately, you must begin your test.” The light that gave the woman’s dress its’ luminous glow began to fade. The woman was slowly disappearing in the darkness. Before she went that man asked her a question.
“Who am I? I don’t possess a soul, so who am I?” Without a hesitant thought the woman answered his question, that gave the man much satisfaction.
“I will name you Romeo after the man from the letter. He was so passionate when it came to love. He would sometime display true acts of romanticisms through his poetic brilliance. He had affectionate feelings towards his brilliantly crafted fantasies, yet one   unintentionally fabricated fantasy lead to his suicidal, love gesture. I want you express your emotion, but don’t you kill yourself over a lovely lady.” She chuckled at her statement, and the darkness continue to slowly find her radiant beauty and shimmering dress.
“Are you example of a higher being or are you a product of a hallucinatory  fantasy or a mere dream?” The woman’s responded to the question with her own question.
“ Do you think this is a dream?” The woman was smiling , only visible from the darkness by straining eyes.
“No.” Everything went black. He heard a voice without relieving its impacted presence. He felt was these was normal. He jolted up due to voice’s placement abnormality, concluding that this person would be essential component for surviving. The man had a armored suit that looked relatively big compared to others, yet despite distinguishing the difference in armor Romeo wasn’t really sure of it’s purpose. Romeo wasn’t sure how he knew the difference in various armors , or any concept he shouldn’t possess knowledge on. The armored man had a  domesticated wolf with him and it leaped with glee. It tackled Romeo. The wolf waged its’ tail with triumph and excitement as she tackled her new friend. She display a immediate affection towards Romeo by giving him several slight kisses. Romeo enjoyment of the situation was exceptionally high. He also developed a fondness of this beautiful wolf. He began to laugh happily as the wolf began licking his face as she felt the embrace of a warm, soft hug. The dog even gave the illusion of a smile.