Post by Samantha Tolson on Nov 16, 2017 3:42:46 GMT -5
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Samantha Tolson sat on the bench of the bench press station in her private gym, one of the first times she’d been able to get a full workout inside the new facility that had replaced the garage of her Las Vegas home during the renovations she’d made. Sweat dripped down her forehead and ran in small rivulets onto both the floor in front of her, as she leaned over, catching her breath, and down her back, her ponytail wet as well. She had the vents open, even during the cool of the early Las Vegas morning, and tiny streams of steam rose off her shoulders. It was her eyes, though, that told more of a story than the sweat or the steam.
A look at her eyes showed the dark circles around them, the bags forming under them. Samantha Tolson was not sleeping, or at least when she was, it wasn’t well. She was running on less than fumes, and she knew it as she laid back on the bench, clasping her hands together and resting them on her forehead as she stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes for a second, but caught herself falling asleep. Samantha quickly opened her eyes, wanting to sit up, but her exhausted body betrayed her as it forced her eyes closed again as she gave in.
The cold January winds whipped across the snow-covered hills deep in the countryside of central Missouri, turning the soft fallen powder into miniscule frozen missiles, stinging Samantha’s cheeks. She had gone out with her brothers for a day of sledding, but the sudden arrival of a snowstorm had split the five of them apart, and in the low visibility they’d become separated as they tried to make their way back toward Brian’s SUV. All alone, Samantha trudged through the ever-deepening snow, trying to protect her face from the blowing powder as she went in the direction she believed she needed to go.
Samantha shivered slightly as she laid sleeping on the bench, her legs moving a little as the nightmare began to take hold of her mind.
Samantha looked around in the whipping weather, her eyes filling with tears as the snowflakes stung them. The snow was not only blowing around at an incredible pace, but was also beginning to deepen, and Samantha plowed along in that one direction she believed was the right one, reaching a short barbed wire fence.
But Brian's vehicle was nowhere to be seen.
Samantha looked around, calling out for her brothers...
"BRIAN!!!!"
"MICHAEL!!!! ERIC!!!!"
"JAMES!!!!"
...listening for a response from any of the four of them...
...a response that never came...
...and in that moment she knew she was cold...
...she was in trouble...
...but worst of all, she was all alone...
Samantha Tolson sat up from the bench with a shiver, the goose pimples lining her arms and chest as if she'd actually been in the deep powder of her nightmare. She rubbed her eyes, and felt the tears that had come from them as she napped, and knew something had to be done, and soon.
Maybe her oldest brother could help?
She reached down to the floor beside her and picked up her iPhone, and a swipe and a couple of taps later, had dialed up her brother Brian. She waited for his answer, and when he picked up, there were only two words that came from her lips...
"...help me..."
TO BE CONTINUED
Samantha Tolson sat on the bench of the bench press station in her private gym, one of the first times she’d been able to get a full workout inside the new facility that had replaced the garage of her Las Vegas home during the renovations she’d made. Sweat dripped down her forehead and ran in small rivulets onto both the floor in front of her, as she leaned over, catching her breath, and down her back, her ponytail wet as well. She had the vents open, even during the cool of the early Las Vegas morning, and tiny streams of steam rose off her shoulders. It was her eyes, though, that told more of a story than the sweat or the steam.
A look at her eyes showed the dark circles around them, the bags forming under them. Samantha Tolson was not sleeping, or at least when she was, it wasn’t well. She was running on less than fumes, and she knew it as she laid back on the bench, clasping her hands together and resting them on her forehead as she stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes for a second, but caught herself falling asleep. Samantha quickly opened her eyes, wanting to sit up, but her exhausted body betrayed her as it forced her eyes closed again as she gave in.
The cold January winds whipped across the snow-covered hills deep in the countryside of central Missouri, turning the soft fallen powder into miniscule frozen missiles, stinging Samantha’s cheeks. She had gone out with her brothers for a day of sledding, but the sudden arrival of a snowstorm had split the five of them apart, and in the low visibility they’d become separated as they tried to make their way back toward Brian’s SUV. All alone, Samantha trudged through the ever-deepening snow, trying to protect her face from the blowing powder as she went in the direction she believed she needed to go.
Samantha shivered slightly as she laid sleeping on the bench, her legs moving a little as the nightmare began to take hold of her mind.
Samantha looked around in the whipping weather, her eyes filling with tears as the snowflakes stung them. The snow was not only blowing around at an incredible pace, but was also beginning to deepen, and Samantha plowed along in that one direction she believed was the right one, reaching a short barbed wire fence.
But Brian's vehicle was nowhere to be seen.
Samantha looked around, calling out for her brothers...
"BRIAN!!!!"
"MICHAEL!!!! ERIC!!!!"
"JAMES!!!!"
...listening for a response from any of the four of them...
...a response that never came...
...and in that moment she knew she was cold...
...she was in trouble...
...but worst of all, she was all alone...
Samantha Tolson sat up from the bench with a shiver, the goose pimples lining her arms and chest as if she'd actually been in the deep powder of her nightmare. She rubbed her eyes, and felt the tears that had come from them as she napped, and knew something had to be done, and soon.
Maybe her oldest brother could help?
She reached down to the floor beside her and picked up her iPhone, and a swipe and a couple of taps later, had dialed up her brother Brian. She waited for his answer, and when he picked up, there were only two words that came from her lips...
"...help me..."
TO BE CONTINUED