Never Existing (Rise of the Guardians FanFiction)

1. Snow is My Name

1. Snow is My Name

My mom named me Snow. 16 years old. I guess it's an appropriate name since I love winter. I can't explain it but I feel a lot safer then, like someone is always watching me, keeping me safe.  

Looking back at my childhood, nothing much happened. My mom raised me and I was a single child. She never took her eyes off of me. I found her overprotective. She knew all of my friends and teachers, all of our neighbors.  

She baked the best cookies in the world. That's all I would ever ask of her, bake me cookies. She called me the Cookie Monster. I really had no responsibilities around the house, I lived a simple life.  

The best part of my mom was that the stories that she told. I loved those stories, I still remember them. She told me about Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Sandman. They are the guardians, they watch over all the children of the world, she told me. I always believed her but as I grew up my hopes faded. I never saw them. It felt like they let me down.  

One time I asked my mom about winter. She didn't have a magical being for it. No fairies even. She told me about how water molecules freeze in the clouds and fall as snowflakes. She told me about the tilt of the Earth. Cold hard science fact, and it annoyed me. I felt bad for winter for not having a guardian.  

Then everything changed, I started middle school. During the first week I still believed, but then everyone else found me a freak, a baby, and I had to change. I didn't want to be bullied.  

After about a month everyone forgot about the whole incident. They claimed they never believed in them, like it was a bad thing. I still believed in them, but they never came.  

On my 14th birthday, my beliefs completely stopped. They didn't listen to my begging every night. I thought they would show up, but they were too busy with whatever they were doing. My birthday day is January 11.  

I remember something though, whenever I stood at the window, I would look at the moon, at its beauty. It seemed like it wanted to talk to me. Its rays looked like they were pointing at me. Then, during the winter, my window would freeze right in front of me, and I would draw a snowflake on the frost of the glass. A smile always planted on my face.  

So I wondered, and grew up to my present time.