When There's No Light You Have To Have Fun

Jack's Story

It all began with one boy. That one boy never grew up. He had a sister. His name was Jackson Overland Frost. And he was my crush. Yes. That wild young man was my crush. His sister knew because I babysit her when he's running about. Those bright brown eyes. His spiked up soft brown hair. The way his smile lit up a room. He was absolutely fun. Everything was a trick to Jack, always played tricks. Or said a joke. Point is there was nothing he can do without being a total goof himself. Until there was that day at the lake. That day was horrid. And that was the day my dad scared him.

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"You always play tricks!" Emma, his only sister had yelled.  Little do they know I was watching them.

"No. Not this time. We are gonna play a game. Hopscotch. Like we play everyday," Jack had spoken softly. Underneath he was as worried as she was.

'Jackson, pick up the stick,' I had thought.

He had hopped one place as the ice over the lake had cracked with his weight.

"Woah," He smiled letting Emma laugh. He grabbed the stick.

'Thank god,' I sighed in relief.

"Now on the count of three you're gonna jump towards me okay,?"

Emma nodded.

"One," Jack bended down making the stick reach to her little body.

"Two," Jack said getting ready. Emma had moved closer. Her skates were about to go.

"Three!"

Emma had jumped and Jack grabbed her with the stick's rounded in head. Jack had fallen to where his sister was.

They both got up and laughed. But what had happened next was bound to happen but I had hoped it wouldn't. Jack had fallen.

"Jack!" Emma's eyes were filled to the brim with tears and that's when I came out.

 "Emma! Go to the shore now!" I had yelled out to her.

She grabbed their skates and slowly took off. I felt my bare feet hit the ice. It didn't pain me because I hated being proper although I was a young lady. I took a risk. I jumped in after him.

I could see him in my view. I reached out my arm.

"Jack!"

His eyes were fluttering.

I got ahold of his shirt but something black came at us. A horse. A nightmare.

I scarcely kicked it, I wasn't afraid of it because I was afraid of loosing him. But that's what it wanted. What he wanted. My lovely father.

His body being dragged to the depth of the darkened water. I finally got enough kick to reach his body. I grabbed him from under his shoulders. One arm holding his chest the other waving around trying to get to the surface. I needed to breathe. I'd probably been under for fifteen minutes. The nightmares came back at us. I screamed but it was muffled. I kicked and swung my only arm. It wasn't enough. The nightmares had grabbed Jack's ankle and pulled down. By this time my arm had gotten numb and was no longer to hold him as much as I tried. He had fallen with the darkness.

"Jack!" I screamed but this time I breathed in. Breathing in was hard. Icy cold water filling up my lungs as I float above the darkness. His face was no longer happy or joyful. It was dead. I felt a pair of arms grab me out of the water. It was my brother, Henry.

"Janni, are you okay?" He wrapped his cloak around me as he sat me back on the shore.

"J-J-Ja-Jack i-is down th-there," I stutter feeling the frosted grass on my fingers.

"Was it dad?" He asked looking me in the eye.

I looked down and nodded.

From that point on I knew he was gone. It will never be the same. And nothing can ever change that.

I gotten up and slowly looked my brother in the eye, "Henry, I don't tell me it'll be alright okay. I know it won't. Emma will be devastated. Dad's nothing to me so why don't you just leave me alone." I walked away. Feeling nothing but hate and revenge.

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"Jackson, I know you'll never come back to me my dear. But just know that I love you," I had gone back to the lake on my birthday sitting on the spot he had died.

"I know you're still here watching us, I miss you. Emma misses you," I began as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Emma.

"And you should know that I am thankful that you have saved me but just know that Janni tried to save you too," her eyes began to swell as she landed in my arms. And in that moment it began to snow.

Snow.

Snow.

Snow.

And a cold embrace and wrapped around us telling us he's back home. My dear Jackson.

Now we all tell stories about the wonderful young wild boy named Jackson. But now that boy had turned into that frosted boy that will live immortally young and that will sit by the moon watching over us as he'd sprinkle his magic white dust. Figure it out yet? Jackson had turned into Jack Frost.