A Trapped Winter Spirit - completed

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ: ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇꜱ #2

Before he turned to Dark Jack...

Jack's POV:

Once again, I walked through darkness. Nothing to light my way. I felt hollow inside like I was lost and hopeless. I fought back tears. This was nothing like the years I spent alone. It was more... lonely... if that's even possible.

"Is anyone out there?" I yell. Nothing. Shuddering breaths racked out of me and I felt more alone then ever. "Please!?"

I start running, my bare feet making padding sounds against the ground. The sounds seem to bounce around the walls and hit my ears, but I keep running.

"Jack?" I spin around and there's North. I don't know how he got there, but I don't care. I'm so happy that I run up to hug him. Something I didn't think I'd ever do. But when I do, he grabs my arms and throws me off of him. I hit the cold floor, the breath sucked out of me.

"Huh. It you." North says, his voice full of disgust. (Once again, trying to impersonate North's accent. Don't hate me)

"North! Please, I'm lost and I–"

He cuts me off. "You deserve to be lost, Frost. That all you deserve. Nothing more."

"What...? But North–"

"Just shut up! You ruined enough of the Guardian's holidays. And you could not care less. I am surprised why Manny even wanted you. Heck, why he even created you."

I felt too weak to move, too many sobs were streaming out of me. If anything, I felt broken. I thought if any of the Guardians would help me, North would. He's Santa Claus, after all. The Guardian of Wonder.

"Don't play stupid with me, boy," spat North, still scowling at me. "Everyone knows that all you care about is yourself. Why you care what anyone else thinks of you?"

It hurt, like a punch to the face or maybe worse, and I knew personally what a punch to the face felt like. I never believed it before, but this much is true. Emotional pain hurts more then any physical pain ever could.

North hated me. No, he was disgusted with me. I hate it when people look at me like that, like I were a pest. Sure, it was funny most the time. But when I was alone and had time to think about it was when it all hit me at once.

I needed to get away from him. Away from North. I couldn't stand that horrible hate-driven glare that he gave me, knowing that I did something to gain it.

I got the strength and pulled myself up, tears streaming from my face and took off into the darkness. I didn't know where I was going, but it was away from Pitch and that's all that matters to me.

"GET BACK HERE, COWARD!" yells North, but I don't stop. I've never been more afraid then I am now.