Jack Frost, the only kindness (Chaper 2)

"Come here you little -!." You whirl around to see your father stumbling towards you. His hands are covered in blood. It splattered on his face,making him look like a feral animal. You realize it is eerily quiet down stairs.

Without waiting for the deranged man to get his hands on you, you glance down at the snow covered ground one more time,forgetting your fear of heights for a second brace yourself for impact,

and jump.

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A blinding light burns the inside your eyelids. Silence is all around exept for the occaisonal cold wind.

Ok.  So, I'm dead. Thats cool... you think to yourself. But death doesnt feel like this, does it? Aren't there supposed to be angels and music and such? Except, your eyes seem to be glued shut and the rest of you feels like six hours of aerobics.                   You strain your ears for what seems like hours, but there isnt any sign of life as far as your blind self can tell.All you could feel was the giant bruise that covered your whole body and something cold and sharp pressing uncomfortably into your shoulder.And unless your hearing had gone, there are no singing angels. 

Finnaly forcing your eyes open, it take a second for your eyes to adjust to the blinding light, but after a while you open them only to see that you are surrounded by....crystal?

No. No, that cant be right. the substance around you is too...cold. As you open your eyes further, you see that the glowing white stuff around you is crystal, but a different type.

You are inside a huge ice cave with a wide mouth that lets in a ridiculous amount of sunlight that reflected off the transparant  icicles that hung dangourously from the ceiling like a thousand deadly christmas lights. The sun offers little warmth and you realize just how cold you are. Your insides feel like they are filled with ice slush that you would find on the side of the road and you can't stop shivering.

You start to sit up when the pounding in your head worstens. You touch the back of your neck behind your hair and feel something that crusted over almost your entire skull and matted your hair in giant knots. As you pull back your hand some of it rubs off onto your hand.

Blood.

Wiping your hands quickly, you rack your brain  for any memory of how you came to be here. There is none. One moment you were looking out of your window and then...nothing.

You are just gathering up the courage to explore the cave when a voice calls from somewhere behind you.

"Oh good, so sleeping beauty is akwake? 'Bout time." There was an audible smirk in the voice. You whirl around searching frantically for the source of the sound. The cave is empty. But what-?

You hear someone clearing their throat loudly. "Uh,up here." Your gaze flies to the ceiling where a scrawny teen is perched on the wall with an amused look on his face.You gasp as you see he isnt sitting on anything. He is fucking floating in the air- holding a long knarrled tree branch. Even from where you are on the ground, his frosty blue eyes sparkle at some secret joke. And Even though he is right here in front of you, your scrambled brain refuses to comprehend that he is floating like some magial fairy.

You start to panic. "Ok, ok this isnt happening...I must've hit my head...." You hold your head between your head and try not to pass out.You take a deep breath,silently congradulating yourself for not hyperventalating. Or running away. Or screaming.

"Actually, you did. But thats not why you can see me." He said, startling you out of your daze. He hovers down to your height and drops to the ground standing in front of you, twirrling the staff. You are momentarily distracted by his snowey hair and are seized with the sudden impulse to smooth down the hairs that are sticking up at the top of his head. You blink spazztastically to try and focus. The cold returns.

"W-what? I-is this s-some kind of joke?" As you become more and more aware of the frigid air, more shivers rack your body "B-because it isnt f-funny, I-i want to go hhome." As soon as the last part you realized it was a lie. But staying here didn't seem to good for your health either. "W-who are y-you anyway?"

He snickers "Jack Frost. "

 The name rings a name from your child hood, andy You laugh,"Like, the Jack Frost? Nipping at your nose?" He nodds,looking just as amused as you are. Only maybe a little less freaked out.

 Woah. you step back involuntarily "Um. Ok. That's nice, but, you know what? I have to... go...." You step back slowly towards the mouth of the cave, carful not to make suddent movements,but suddenly it isnt there anymore.  You turn around again and see a thin wall of ice covering the entrance. Its thin enough to let in light;you probably could've broken it. But the boy-Jack- is still there watching you with a single eyebrow cocked and trying very hard not laugh. You fight terror and rage as your face turns red from being treated like a little kid who got pranked. You march up to to him with acusitory finger pointed at his chest

"Look, dude, I dont know who you think you are-"

"Jack Frost"

"-But I am going to get out of this stupid cave, and when I do, I'm going to-" You falter, not sure what you'll do. Especially to some fairy phsyco who can fly and make ice appear...

You realize what you are starting to admit to yourself and shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts.

   "You can leave." He touches his staff to the ground and you hear a shattering sound behind you. He face is suddenly inches from yours a smile illuminating his bright blue eyes. "But we should have some fun first."

   You take another step backward, really frightend now. "W-what? What do yo-" you start but before you can get a full sentance, something grabes your viciously by the waist. The boy looks at you with an evil grin, and it sends fear coursing through you. Fear of being pranked, knowing its going to happen, but unable to stop it. Suddenly the wind stirrs up the exess snow and then  out the ground falls out from underneath you. A strong grip on your waist nearl suffercates you when the wind whips your hair from your face. You open your eyes, not knowing at first you had sqeezed them shut. The ground is so far below you, and getting smaller by the second. You slam them shut again.Your breath comes in short gasps and you cant help but let out the stream of air that rises in your throat.

Mistaking your yelps of terror for squeals of joy, you feel your hair pressed to you as he soars you higgher. And faster.

 After a few seconds of primal screaming you try and manage a few words."O-o-h m-my f-fucking g-god! G-get me d-down!" you yell hoarsly.

The vice on your waist tightens and you feel some one grinning wickedly against your neck. "No. just open your eyes...and have some fun..." The hold loosens teasingly and you find yourself grapling at whatever your hands can find out of sheer panic.

   You are too terrified to respond. The wind picks up and something light whips against your face.

   You peak open your eyes and in an instant, a snow flake flies directly into it. But not before you glance  under you, where the sparse trees are only pin ponts on the ground.

   "P-please," you whisper, trying to swallow another scream, "I am afraid of heights. Please."

   The wind dies down and within seconds your feet touch something hard. And solid. Oh, the blessed earth.

   You open your eyes the same moment the hold on you releases and you collapse on the ground. You hardly take in your surroundings (but if you had, you would have apprieciated the thick, fresh snow that lay in dunes all over the ground and the thin ice that hung gracefully from the barren trees with skeletal fingers reaching up to the sky that surrounds you.) before bile rises in your throat.

   When you are finished you curl up in a ball, shaking violently. You let the cold soak into you, numbing your embarasment. You can smell the scen

t of sweat and blood and vomit, and imagine yourself crawling and a bottomless hole to escape humiliation.

 The freezing air fills your lungs gently, slowing your breathing. Although your heart still thumps wildly like a trapped hummingbird,you feel calm beginning to reach you.

   After a few minutes, the sickness had passed and you peak up from the crook in your elbow. The snowey haired boy is looking at you impassivly, leaning slightly on his staff. A slight frown forms on his mouth. He looks directly into your eyes. You are still shocked at the intensity of their azur blue. Their almost physical pressure as they gaze into your own.                                     "I'm sorry."