Fix the Broken (Jelsa)

*Chapter Six*

"So you say that it was not Jack Frost's fault? And you did not put a complaint?"

"...yes. I believed that it was not his intention to remind me of my childhood, nor has he meant any harm. To put it simply... I was merely unaware of how the students would speak to me, so I was off guard when he said that."

Ms. Jones, my therapist, sighs and clicks her pen against the clipboard she is holding. Ever since I have been with Mother and Father, my childhood memories would show at unpredictable times. They decided that I should see a professional to help me cope with my traumatic memories. Ms. Jones has supported me up to suggesting that I should go to school for my Junior year. Though I must be frank to say that all results of progress maintains the same. I know Ms. Jones is aware of it, but I cannot help myself to believe that I cannot escape from "them", as they are engraved in my mind and soul like the scars they left behind.

It has been almost a week, and I decided with great courage that I should remain in school. However, I am aware that I could be the "talk", as Anna says, and I will be given pity. But I cannot take Jack Frost from my mind. I want to know why I am shaken by him, yet why I strangely think of him. I know that he will be more cautious around me, especially after he had taking a painful smack from Anna, but I wish to change that and make amends. Tomorrow, I will be sure to do just that.

Ms. Jones clears her throat, "Elsa, I notice that your mind is somewhere else. Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

I look at her and I see that behind her blonde hair and grey eyes, I see that she is only here to help and is determined to "cure" me. Though I know that she can do so much.

"All I can say Ms. Jones," I start, "is that Jack Frost and I are similar yet so different. He imitates the expression upon my face that tries to hide our pain, let know one know of our fears, but really we cannot truly hide it. His actions towards me shows signs of displacement, releasing unnecessary anger upon me, then the regret comes after. When I look into his eyes, they are abnormally blue. So blue, that you cannot see the cold empty feeling of them, and they are so lonesome, it reminds me of a vast ocean but with no creatures within it. When I went to take my medications, I witnessed the depression brand in Jack's hand that is the same as mine. It tells me that he too has suffered a loss. Jack seems to have no companions, no one to socialize and no one to share your pain. When I signed to him in the unspoken language the other day, he answered and it portrays that he too could not speak of his pain before. I know the difficulty on expressing your pain to people around you, not only for the fear of not being understood but being pitied. That is why I must attend to school tomorrow, for I wish to befriend Jack Frost."

As I finally stop speaking, I realize that I want to make a friend. I want to go to school. I want to share my pain with another person besides Ms. Jones and my family. I lay my hand upon my cheek and felt the pain bearing tears upon it.

Why am I acting as such?

"Elsa..." Ms. Jones starts," I can only tell you that making a new friend without anyone forcing it, has made you realize that you can get past your fears. You strive to make a goal for yourself and take this opportunity to let it all go past. Though we can help and guide you and pick you up after a fall, the only person that can help you get through with these fears is yourself."

I shockingly look at her, and I am in denial that I may have been stopping myself from progressing with Ms. Jones. I cannot but think wisely of her words, and her tongue has spoken true. I am the only person to face my fears.

The timer on the clock made me jump, and I know that this is the end of our discussion for today. I look to Ms. Jones and see that she's writing notes of our appointment, and I stand to take my leave.

"Thank you Ms.Jones. It has been a pleasure talking to you," I inclined my head with a slight curtsy. I turn towards the door and I lay my hand upon it before Ms. Jones starts to speak.

"Oh, and Elsa?" I turned to look back at her. "Good luck with Mr. Frost." I smiled a rare smile, it was not a fake nor forced smile, but rather a joyful one. I bid my thanks and exit her office. I say farewell to Justin at the front desk and proceed to make my exit.

As I start to get into my car, I hear a motor vrooming towards here. I look up and see a blue and white kawasaki motorcycle heading towards the parking lot and near a space from where I stand. As the rider slows to a stop and balances his motorcycle, I observe that he is lean and his skin is pale white. He wears a white shirt, which molds unashamedly his abdomen muscles. Along with that is a black leather jacket with black jeans and black combat boots.

What I did not see is the boy behind his helmet. As it seems as if my thoughts were heard, the boy lifts his helmet. He ruffles that bleached white hair and turns slowly towards me. He pierces me with those abnormally blue eyes, and I am entranced by them. They seem to hold me in place, and it seems forever that we were staring into each others' eyes.

The leaves swim into the air as the wind picked up. He inclines his head as the wind sways his hair, like grass upon an open field. I incline mine back and I start to get into my car. Before I place my key into the slot, a knock sounded at the passenger side of the car. I look up and see the boy. He lifts up his hands and signs to me as he did at school: I hope that I will see you tomorrow, Elsa. He then turns and leaves into the building, where I presume that he too has an appointment with his therapist.

As I sustainably drive home, I cannot help but think that we are similar and we share almost the same burdens. When I look into my rear view mirror, I cannot take those blue eyes from my mind. For they belong to Jack Frost.