Jarida Drabbles

Happy Anniversary

Hi Im running out of ideas help.

This is my last idea that I've managed to scrounge up while reading a fanfiction that didn't even have anything to do with this summary or plot or anything.

Summary: Merida visits Jack on a gloomy and rainy day.

"Mum, Am leavin'. I'll be back by dinner." Merida said, running out the door. Merida hadn't left the house in weeks, so this took her mother by surprise. All of her friends came over and brought her food and presents that she brushed to the side for a while until she would sob over them.

Merida wasn't in a good place, but she was breathing and that was most important to her. She was just about to bring Merida a Slice of pie, seeming that she barely ate much anymore. She'd gotten up quite early as well, either that or she hadn't slept at all- no matter what mood she would never leave voluntarily before 11 whether she was upset or not.

She clutched the tray of food in her hand as she walked back to the kitchen. Her eyes caught sight of the circle around the days date of the calendar in the hall. Red sharpie meant it was important to Merida, and when realization hit her the tray of custard pie and a glass of water came crashing to the floor as it fell from her grip, to cover her mouth from gaping in fright.

Merida walked fast down the boulevard, rain softly fell on the specks of her pale and flustered face and she looked up towards the sky. Grey clouds swarmed the sky in a blanket as she felt a shivering breeze.

she tugged at her jacket and draped her good over her frazzled hair. As she stared at each step she took and switched sides of the street to prevent interaction with passersby, she clutched her hands in her pockets. They clenched into a ball that stabbed at her skin with her own chewed finger tips.

She tried not to cry as a lump slowly formed in her throat. You'd think after weeks of depression she wouldn't be able to cry. But she could, and that's what made it hurt.

Over and over she would think to herself, if only she didn't ask to go home so early.

If only he wasn't so nice and took her before anything happened that she might regret.

She'd hallucinated to no end as well. The night it all began, when the first few days past and she'd been able to sleep, she'd dreamed of a boy with the most pure white hair and pale cold skin that shivered to the touch. He'd held her as she cried, but she seemed to be crying tears of joy. Blue eyes stared into her own as tears made the white around them red. He often Carried her up into the air, only to let go and swoop down to catch her. After that she slept more and more, she dreamed of him every night. It was usually the same, sometimes he would carry a staff and make it snow just on her, and the snow followed her everywhere she went.

The hallucinating didn't stop there. When it was cold she could hear his voice. Only when it was cold. When she felt the hair on her arms stand up she would feel a hand brushing up her arm. Almost see it too, from the corner of her eye. She would quickly turn her head but find no one there. But she knew who he was. It was always the boy.

He was cold to the touch but he made her heart melt.

She quickly wiped away the tears as soon as they fell. She needed to stop having these dreams and do what she has to.

She came to a stop when she approached a large black gate. She pushed it open as it creaked and walked into the field, hearing the gate slam violently shut. The rain died down after a series of thunder and lightning which cracked the sky.

Soaked in her black jacket and skinny jeans as water sloshed in her shoes, she bend down next to a rock.

Pain struck her in the chest.

Flashing lights.

The screech of the tires against the road.

The screams of pain.

The crumple of metal crushing on impact.

She stopped crying now. Only felt the pain of memory.

She looked down at the rock that was nearly plastered onto the ground.

With a last sniffle she took a deep breath. She  shuttered, "Hi Jack."

Here lies Jack Overland. Loving Brother, son, friend, and to some much more.
RIP 1995-2013.

"Happy Anniversary."

Over and over she would think to herself, if only she didn't ask to go home so early.

If only he wasn't so nice and took her before anything happened that she might regret.

If only he wasn't such a gentleman.

If only he hadn't shielded her from the glass that stabbed him, if only he hadn't leaped in front if her as the car bent and crushed him but not her.

If only there were there just a second later, maybe Jack wouldn't be underground, breathless and cold, his body lifeless and wasting away. She would deal his soft kisses and the way he brushed her arm with his hand. The way he said "I love you." It wasn't like any 'I love you' the soft spoken words danced in her mind as he kissed her right on the lips. He was her first love. He was the only boy after 18 years that she was willing to let in. She loved him.

She still does.

But it's alright. He still loves her too as he carries snow over the city just for her. Even though she hated the cold, it covered her like a blanket now.

Her final though never left her mind. The rest if her life she still thought every nod and then when she least expected it. It hurt less, but it still managed to hurt in a different way.

If only I hadn't fallen in love with him.

I can't believe I wrote this.

I'm crying.

Is this a tear running down my face?!?!

Well that's all for now. Let me just...

Sorry about this.