Fix the Broken (Jelsa)

Chapter Fourteen

Forgive me, but I couldn't find any covers that is enough to be Jack's singing voice for Awake and Alive.
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"That's what I get for having a big nose," Olaf mumbles.

"Olaf, you just have a carrot on your face for a nose. Though, it suits you well," I comment. Olaf looks at me with two tissues in his nostrils, meaning he needs to breathe through his mouth. I came to the nurse's office with Jack to check on Olaf and get my medications as well. What do they call it? Killing two birds with one stone? Poor birds, they did nothing to harm us but show their beauty and let out beautiful songs.

"You're mean!" Olaf complains," I have a nose and I'm happy with it. Oh wait that's it, Because I'm happy. Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth."

"Olaf please," I beg to Olaf while rubbing my forehead. That song is one of the songs that I cannot take well.

It is very empty with meaningless lyrics and it is rather too happy to even be a song. I find that I cannot connect with this song like everyone might, since I never knew what happiness was or how it is portrayed. When I first heard this song, I asked Mother what it meant. She replies that it meant happiness, but I said that I did not know what that was. Mother then asked me if I knew what love is. I replied that I did not know what love is either.

"Elsa!"

I jump and see Olaf waving his thin arm in front of me. Perhaps I was lost in my thoughts to not realize Olaf calling for me. I just hope that I do not relive those past events again, as that was the time Mother looked upon me with unshed tears.

"Elsa. Here are your prescriptions," Jack said behind me. I turn around and I see him by the cubbies with my medication bottles at hand, but he is across the room. I start to walk towards him, however, Jack holds up a hand, making me flinch and freeze on the spot.

"You don't need to come here. I'll just toss them to you one by one, Olaf can help. If his nose doesn't get in the way that is," Jack suggests, and I smile at his mentioning of Olaf's nose being too big. Olaf gasps dramatically before doing this snapping and head twisting gesture my Father does when pretending to be offended.

"Ain't no way I gonna lose to you, small-nosed," Olaf said with a sass almost that of Anna when Father competes her of a chocolate eating contest, and she knows that she will be the winner.

"Sure, little snowman," Jack responds. I do not comprehend what they are competing against, I guess name calling or whether placing bets that Olaf will fall on his face again. Jack and I gain eye contact, yet I feel as if he is seeing through me and into my soul. My face starts to heat up, perhaps the heaters in the nurse's office are on blast. His frost, blue eyes just strike me like ice, but it leaves me warm and not cold. Not that the cold ever bothered me, since I am used to it due to my traumatic past in the closet. Jack then tosses me a bottle in an under hand pass, and it is heading towards me.

Wait, Jack said he was tossing it to me. No... I should have told him not too.

My conscience is aware that my prescription bottle is heading towards me, but my mind replaces it with another object. Time seems to slow as my pills transform into a ceramic vase. It is heading towards me. It is getting closer. My breathing increases and precipitation forms upon my forehead, leaving me weak and shaking on my two legs.

No...no...NO! Not again, I cannot wake up! I do not want to go back!

My mind leaves from the office to the darkest part of my past, but my body is yet here.

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CLASH! CRASH!

I whimper and crouch further into the corner of the wall as mommy again throws another vase at me. Only she always misses and instead the vase hits the wall above me, leaving the shards to sting me and make my nightgown red with my drops of blood leaking. Why is she mad at me? What did I do?