"Jack! Jack, can you hear me?" I called out. I was in the middle of the forest nestled in the corner of Burgess, Pennsylvania. That's where Jack spent most of his time. "Jaaaaack!" I dragged out. It was pretty important. "Oh my God, Jamie?! Are you okay? Oh crap, you can't see me, ugh, if only Jack was here." I shouted loudly. Maybe the idea that his friend was hurt would get his attention.
Suddenly a blue figure darted through the trees and would've rammed into me if I hadn't moved.
"Knew that'd get your attention." I muttered.
"Wait," he jumped up from the pile of snow he landed under, "Claire, were you tricking me?"
"No Jack. Because Jamie is actually sitting right here dying. He's just suddenly invisible."
"You're so sarcastic." He muttered. "What did you need me for, anyways?"
"A few questions." I flew down quietly. "What's it like to be hated?"
"Hated?" He responded, "I don't know, why don't you ask Pitch or something?"
"I'm asking you. I want you to try to imagine it."
"Okay...well...um..."
Jack's POV
I imagined hatred...I imagined being Pitch. The disgusted scowls Jamie would have when he thought of me, the way Tooth would clench her fists, holding back anger. The way North swears in Russian, the way Bunny rolls his eyes impatiently, waiting for us to change the subject to something more delightful.
I imagined being alone, like I was, except actually alone. The other spirits hating me as well as myself. Even though it was a figment of my imagination, it still hurt. It felt like my life before I was a Guardian.
I snapped back into reality and realized that I still haven't answered Claire's question.
"Horrible. Like being killed from the inside out."
"Okay." I imagined her running her hand through long girlie-ish hair. I don't exactly know what she looks like, but I imagined her with long hair. "What's it like to be hated for who you are? Something you can't change, like, if you were hated for being fun."
I set my imagination going again. Everyone hating fun, and preferring to be bored. Everyone casting fun out as a dangerous thing, as a lot of parents viewed it. Grounding their children for having a simple snowball fight. It was a horrible feeling, knowing that they're forced to look down upon fun, upon me. I hated it more than the world.
"The same, kind of. People looking down upon you for something you can't do anything about."
"Okay," I guess she nodded, "how about going through that for years, and years, and finally saying you've had enough, and you try to make a stand, but you get looked down upon even worse?"
"Are you trying to tell me Pitch is a good guy?" I growled, suddenly furious. I'm not sure what happened, but the image of children screaming in the night snapped me back into reality. I can't feel sorry for him. He's created so much fear, so much pain...
"Jack, his center is fear. That's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to bring fear into children's lives. If you weren't scared of evil people stalking you in your sleep, you wouldn't be careful of strangers, and you'd get kidnapped. If you weren't scared of falling off a cliff to a bloody death, you wouldn't watch where you're going and you'd trip and get seriously injured."
"Yeah, but..." I racked my brain for a counter-argument, but I got nothing. She made a really good point. "Well yeah, but he tried to take over the world..." Okay, it's not a very strong point, but it's all I got.
"Wouldn't you?" her voice came from somewhere behind me. "Wouldn't you?" She whispered again, closer to my ear.
"I guess..."
"Please help me..." she begged, "Pitch would be a much better person if everyone just...just understood."
"How do I know he won't just stab us in the back?" I snapped.
"I'll deal with it. I know Pitch, up and down, I can tell when he's scheming. Please, just help."
*Authors Note*
WOAH
idek what im doing here, like seriously I just randomly came up with this but um yeah...
WhAt WiLl JaCk SaY?!?
-AddictedToTheMadness
