Light shines behind my closed eyelids and I groan rolling over, pulling the pillow closer to me. Then it clicks. I shoot up and look around, my heart beating frantically in my ears. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. 'I'm in my room? How did I get here? What happened to Vincent? The last thing I remember..' My hand flies to my mouth and tears form. 'He..understands me.' I jump when there is a knock at the door.
"Jessica? Are you awake?" It's my father, stress clear as day in his voice but there was also worry. I bite my lower lip and look around, but finally decide to answer.
"Y-yes." I say, fairly loud. I watch as he slowly opens the door and walks over to the bed, sitting at the end. I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. "Hows..mom?" I whisper, scared that if I talked any louder my voice would give away how scared I was.
"She is better. She just needed some time. Hearing that her daughter 'died' kinda isn't the best information for her, especially since she almost lost her sister." Dad puts his hands to his forehead and sighs.
We sit like this for a few, quiet moments until he straightens and turns to me with a smile. "We're just glad to have you home." He stands and holds out his hand and I grab it. He pulls me up and addresses him. "We have to get you out of these clothes. I'm sure you'll feel better as well." Dad gives me another smile before pushing me towards the small closet. "I'll be back. You find something." He looks at me one more time before leaving.
I take a deep breath and turn towards the closet, only seeing one choice of clothing and I smile. It's exactly like my dads, only with shorts and a black tank top. I strip quickly and pull the tank top over my head and then the shorts. I stare at the sky blue sweatshirt, touching the sleeves softly, watching as frost starts to cover it. I pull it over and walk over to the mirror on the wall, pulling my hair out from under the sweatshirt.
My eyes widen at the girl I see in the reflection. 'This is not me.' Yet, she moves when I move. Her blue eyes show sadness and fear, but also a short glimpse of excitement. Her silverish hair hangs down, straight as a pin. She puts her hand up to the mirror the same time I do and I look down at my hair, lightly touching it. 'My..brown hair..is this really me?" I look back up to the mirror and attempt a smile, but couldn't. I shake my head and turn away.
I walk over to the door and slowly turn the knob, hoping it wouldn't make a sound. I peek out, not seeing anyone. I walk down the long hallways and finally come face to face with a giant throne room. My breath halts in my throat when I become over come with memories.
I peek around the corner, seeing my mom sitting on the throne and a whole bunch of people gathering around her. I look above her, seeing the frost sparkle from the ceiling. I smile and look back towards my mommy, seeing her laugh at something that daddy whispered in her ear.
"What are you doing?" I almost fall over and turn to see Vincent, my best friend. I giggle and put a finger to my lips. There was no point though. No one ever saw Vincent.
I turn back to the room and watch as everyone gets up, getting ready to leave. My eyes widen and I fall backward and look up at Vincent, who was looking at me curiously. "I need to hide!" I whisper to him and roll onto my belly, standing back up. Vincent laughs softly and points to the curtains. I giggle and run over, slipping behind them. I peek out at Vincent and he runs over beside me, laughing. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to keep quiet, but I continue to laugh.
The curtains move to the side and I see daddy, smiling. Mommy was right behind him, laughing. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" I get pulled out of the memory. Vincent flashes through my mind, but I push it away for now, turning to the strange person, who I did not know.
"O-oh..um...I was just looking for Jack and Elsa. Do you know where they are?" The girl looks at me in confusion, but points down the hall.
"Down the hall, turn the first corner and it'll be the third door on your right." I walk off before she even finishes.
"Thanks!"
Once I round the corner I put a hand to my head and slide down the wall. Vincent flashes through my mind again. 'I-I knew him...but no one else could see him..' I slide up the wall and shake my head. Gritting my teeth I walk up the the door and knock lightly.
"Come in." It was my mothers voice. I open the door and see them both standing in the middle of the room, dad closest to the door. "Jessica..." She whispers and walks quickly over. I suck in a breath as she raises her hand and lightly touches my cheek. "I'm so, so sorry." She pulls me into a hug and my eyes widen. I'm too shocked to move.
"You..can see me?" I whisper and look at my father, feeling as if my eyes are going to pop out of my head for getting so wide. He gives me a reassuring smile and nods.
Mom pulls back and looks me in the eye, her own blue eyes glistening and shining like they always did only..there was something else..something not right. Something she's not telling me. "I just had to accept that you're still alive. I just kept thinking that I'd lost you...but look! You're still here!" She laughs and hugs me again.
"I'll leave you too alone." Dad smirks and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. This time I hug mom back, resting my head against her shoulder. I take a deep breath and pull back, looking into her eyes.
"Mom, what are you not telling me." I say sternly. Her eyes slightly widen, but she tries to hide it. Elsa unwraps her arms from around me and walks over to the bed, giving a small laugh.
"I don't know what you're talking about-"
"Mom! Just tell me." I yell. I jog lightly over to her, seeing as how she sat on the bed looking defeated, and grabbed her hands in mine. "Please." Mother's eyes look down on me and I then notice the tiredness in them.
"Your father and I..well...we're growing old...in a way." She sighs and puts her head in her hands. "When we had you...we were visited by the Man in the Moon. He told us that all of our powers are being passed down to you." She pauses and I stare at her hair, noticing the few single strands of grey hair. "Which means powers, immortality, everything." She looks up and there is tears in her eyes, but also a smile. "And we would never, ever wish for anything different. I just wish we had more time with you."
Tears form in my eyes and I lunge forward, gripping her close. "I love you, mom." She grips me tighter and I feel my father wrap his arms around us.
"We love you too. Forever."
