Time Out

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Elsa Arendelle

Death. Nothing is clean or final about it. Nothing good can ever come out of it.

When I nearly killed someone ... I thought I was more of a monster that everyone thought I was. I felt like ripping my hair out. I felt like never seeing the light and locking myself up.

Death is something you can never escape.

If nearly committing a death turned me into this ... what would actually killing someone result in?

But what death did to Jackson ... I couldn't never forgive myself if I inflicted that pain.

Enraged at myself I walk outside to an old building.

I stand in front of the big rotten building and clench my hair in frustration.

"Why am I out here?" I ask myself, "I walked away. All I ever do is walk away."

I walk inside the old building. Everything was clear but the walls were a bit dirty.

What am I doing?

I keep wondering around and someone appears before me with brown hair tied up as a pony tail and wearing brown pants and a coat. He had earrings too with brown eyes.

He was leaning on the staircase.

I should probably go ...

As I take my leave he suddenly halts me, "Hey you!"

I turn around, "Sorry I'll go away now."

"Nah it's okay. You can explore all you want this property isn't mine." He explains.

"So ... what are you doing here?" I ask him.

"I could ask you the same thing." He chuckles, "Anyway ... who are you?"

"Elsa Arendelle." I answer.

"Jim Hawkins." He introduces himself, "So tell me ... why are you here?"

"Well I walked away from the truth ... like I always do. I want to save myself from all the painful memories but I feel like I'm being selfish. Then I after pondering, I found myself in front of this old building." I explain.

He chuckles, "Deep."

"It sounds all crazy but I just what I've extracted from what I'm feeling into words." I say, "You don't have to care, I just felt like spitting it out."

"I do care. But I'm a bit lost on how you're feeling." He says, "That's all."

He smiles, "You have to just accept who you are. Embrace it."

"I can't. I'm a monster and I nearly killed a girl a year ago." I tell him.

He chuckles, "A year ago ... but it's still in the past. I bet there is nothing that can prove you are still one now. I think you're believing the people who judge you because it's your way of giving back." He explains.

"... I'm so stupid now. The old me was so confident and didn't let anyone fade me." I sob.

"Then you should better bring out the old you." He says.

A/N

Small chapter but I just had to end it on that.

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