How my life changed

Sad Ending

(Like the title says, it's supposed to be sad! Feels incoming. I cried while I wrote this. I'm too emotional man D;)

"Soon Tooth got taken care of in a hospital. Beside her obvious wound they diagnosed her to have a split personality. She was suffering from schizophrenia in the worst case. After the court had decided over her she got brought to a mental hospital. She could have chosen to either go to the mental hospital or prison but she had realized that something was wrong with her. From time to time she even wrote letters to Jack and Hiccup in which she excused herself. Many years flew by..."

Hiccup's P.o.v.

I sighed as I put my pen down from writing. It had been a lot harder than I had expected it to. Writing down everything that had happened in my life had been a suggestion from my psychologist. And it was a good idea to follow it. It had helped me to get through all the rough times that had happened. To even get my mind clear from all those painful memories. From all that pain and suffering I had to go through...

"Now I'm sitting here and wrote everything down but not the most important part..." I whispered to myself.

"Gods I miss you so much..." I whispered as I laid my head on the edge of the table. By now I was 26 and lived on my own together with my cat. Fighting the tears that tried to come up in my eyes I forced myself to finish what I had started. My soul would never find peace if I wouldn't.

"And the love of my life passed away. It had turned out that the wound had been too bad. Jack had been so weak in the hospital and his immune system so easily attackable that he got infected. The entire wound it-" I stopped as the tears blurred my vision. 

"I can't do this..." I whispered as I got up and rubbed my eyes. I looked out of the window and watched the snow fall softly. "It's close to Christmas... It's your favorite season, isn't it?" I smiled sadly and hugged myself. "This isn't an ending that you deserve now, do you?" I whispered and walked back over to my table. 

 I took my pen and erased all the last words that I had written. I continued again after "Many years flew by and I'm glad I met that person. He had protected me and did so much for me while I wasn't able to do much for him. I owe you so much, Jack. I owe you my life..." Tears streamed down but I knew I had to continue now or it would get even worse. "You saved me from all the monsters in this world and showed me that even after a long and dark rain there can be sunshine. I miss you so much and I still love you with all my heart. There will never be anyone else for me beside you. And I promise you Jack that I will make the best out of it. For the both of us." And with that I finally allowed myself to put my pen down. I sighed and rubbed my bloodshot eyes. Without him at my side I felt so empty. I almost never left my house if I didn't really have to. It's still open if they wanted to put me into a mental hospital as well or if they wanted it to stay like this. I didn't care... I felt awful but not as awful as I had with pitch or tooth. "I should be thankful for what you have done for me." I whispered and slowly got up again. Even though I loved him so much until now I never managed to visit his grave. "That should change now. Now where I finally finished writing down your heroic actions..."

I grabbed my jacket and the book I had written my story in together with the pen. I grabbed some roses that I had bought only yesterday. I sure tried many times to go visit him but it never worked. It was like a wall inside of my head that blocked me from it. Like I wanted to protect myself from the pain that would come from it either way. "But I owe you. I have to. Even if it hurts..." I grabbed my keys and walked out with the flowers and my book in my other hand.

I stepped through the cold snow. It made those noises under my shoes that Jack used to love. I never understood what he liked on it but now where it was quiet and the only thing I could hear I finally understood...

It didn't take long until I finally reached the cemetery. I walked along all those graves until I finally found Jacks. Of course there were many flowers on it from his Dad. He came by almost every day by the looks of it. On it was written:

"Jack Frost, loved son and hero."

By the date that was written underneath you could see that he obviously didn't get old. He only got 20 but he fought every day to even be able to. It had been hard times for all of us. Me, Jacks Dad and of course Jack as well. At some point I almost was sure that he had accepted death already. He always smiled when I left and when I once asked him why he did so he told me it was that if we wouldn't see us anymore I would remember him smiling. And so I do...

I slowly laid the flowers down on his grave. I leaned forward and kissed his gravestone softly before I opened my book again and started to write the last important sentence that missed.

"And that's how my life changed..." 

I closed the book again for it to be never opened again as I laid it on his grave.