Old short story. TW for blood and like crows I guess.

"Wouldn't it be funny?" I thought, "If I slipped on the ice?"

A bitter chuckle left my chest as I arose to my feet.. the sun had long since set, and now my surroundings were lit only by that of the full moon overhead.. there wasn't a person in sight. Nobody awake on this bitter evening. Nobody who could hear me scream..

I shivered softly as the chilling winds blew through my thin, knit coat.. I made my way down the trail.. there was a shaking in the bushes, and I could feel the unease raising in my chest.. but I didn't dare look.. it was only when I reached the sidewalk, which had been freshly redone the previous fall, that a loud "CAWW!" Caused me to jump, whipping my head around in surprise only to be met with a black, feathery culprit..

But it was too late. I lost my footing in that moment I turned around.. a yelp of shock crashing out of me before I hit the concrete, below.. I had nothing to grab onto. Nothing to cushion the blow... The sharp and overwhelming pain made me cringe.. or maybe it was the repulsive cracking noise that came from my skull as it met the pavement... Though my vision was blurred and slowly fading to black, I knew my blood had stained the sidewalk I laid on.. I could almost taste how heavily it splattered onto the pristine, pure snow..

And then, there was just... Nothing...

The hair rose on the back of my neck as I looked out to the sidewalk.. eyes widening in fear as the bushes began to shake... "Just a few more moments.."

"CAWW!" Shrieked the bird again, flying out of the shrubbery, just as it had in my thoughts..

I took a deep breath as it landed on a little patch of ice, at the end of the pathway.. the way it stared at me.. it was enough to make my blood run cold, as those familiar thoughts crept back around, as though they were being whispered in my ears...

"Wouldn't it be funny if you slipped on the ice..?"