Claire's POV
They won't be able to see me when they wake up. There's a possibility they won't remember me. Manny did that just so they would save me, and temporarily took my memory so I wouldn't talk.
I don't get it.
Why can't anyone see me in the first place? Why won't anyone believe in me? Manny isn't allowed to tell me this stuff, and I understand that, but it just doesn't make sense.
I got out of the bed and walked towards the window.
"Why?" I unconsciously asked. "Why is it like this for me? Why not someone more...patient?" I laughed at the last part. We both knew I am very impatient. Maybe this was to teach me to be patient? I don't know. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
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Maybe today. I thought when I snuck out of the Pole. Maybe today, I'll make them believe. It's more than the wind. You're not crazy. I'm not just Jack's imaginary friend.
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I slipped into Pitch's lair, slipping through the shadows. I found Pitch lying in the center, fast asleep.
"Ugh, I'm so bored, Pitch wake up and entertain me." I twisted the air around, and lightly blew it on him, and he barely reacted. I created a big wind storm, and let a little go, before letting it all go.
"Woah!" he jumped up, clearly frightened. Haha, it's fun scaring the Nightmare King. I was laughing so hard, I fell on the floor. "What do you want?" he snapped, even though I wouldn't be able to answer. I shrugged, and flew up to sit in the air. "Can't you ever leave me alone?" he scowled. I vigorously shook my head. That would be boring, now wouldn't it? He ran his hand threw his hair and sat down, sighing.
Oh no.
Something's wrong. Pitch never sighs.
"What's wrong?" I flew next to him. He glared up at me, reminding me that he couldn't hear me. I sighed and signed the question again.
"Why do you care?" he snapped.
"Because I'm your friend." I signed, without even realizing it.
"I hate this place." he mumbled. "I hate being the bad guy. People hate me because of my center. It's not like it's my fault I have a crummy center."
I nodded, as if I understood. I didn't, really, because I had a pretty good center, which is curiosity. But, I kind of knew what it was like to be alone. He was in a wormhole. Fear is something everybody hates, but everyone needs it. No one understands that. Fear teaches you to be strong, fear teaches you to be smart. It helps you through life. Nobody understands that.
People treat Pitch like a bug. He's one of us too, he has emotions and he has goals.
"You act like you understand." he snarled.
He wasn't very nice, though. But I wouldn't be either if I was him.
"I don't." I signed, "I don't know what it's like to be hated. But I know what it's like to be alone. To be broken because no one sees you, no one believes. I can see why you would act how you did, because you are sick of it. You were making a stand. But, I also understand the Guardians. You should try to talk to them. Explain, like how you do to me. Hopefully, they'd listen."
"No." he laughed, "No, they won't. They'd kill me faster than you can say nightmare. Especially Frost."
Frost...Jack! I can talk to him! I can get them to listen! I can help Pitch!
"I have a plan." I signed, before flying out as quickly as possible.
I can be the hero for once.
*Author's Note*
Okay, well I totally winged this chapter.
It's about 5 am, I've been up since 3, so I'm a bit tired.
So, I'm tired and I winged it, barely read it over, it's bound to be a crappy chapter.
Just tell me if it is, okay? I want to know your thoughts :3
~AddictedToTheMadness
