Chapter:22 Not So Icey Land

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I have a lot on my mind right now and its 1 in the morning. And I'm just thinking about things that don't really concern me. Yet.

Like why was Pluto shut out from society? it annoys me so much like now Pluto probably struggles with depression.

Why do people shut others out and make fun of them. Some people just hate certain people because they accept that they are "nobodies". Who said they were, an why do we except this?

Why do some people judge other people without knowing their stories?

Why does science exist? When you think about it science is just a bunch of made up THEORIES that we call facts. Who said your brain was really called your brain?

Well I'm done with being deep.

I wasn't planning on updating today because I fell asleep and then when I woke up it was 11. And it was late and I was tired. Poor excuse I know. But now I'm up so yay!!!

So here you go.

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*Jamie's Point Of View*

"Jack? Hello? JACK!"

No answer, I was expecting this. I'm not surprised. My mom met some guy in Iceland and well they hit it off.

My dad is pretty upset because my mom is basically moving me to the other half of the world.

I wish I could stay here. With Jack,And Elsa. And I can be their adopted child. It would work perfectly.

Who am I kidding it won't work. If I know Jack he'll be here soon to question me about my leave.

Twenty minutes later a knock comes from the door. I open it to a very shocked Jack.

"Why Jamie?" he ask tears forming in his eyes.

"My mom met someone." I say through my already consistent flow of sobs.

"Where are you moving to?" He asks quietly. It barely comes out as a whisper.

"Iceland."

Jack walks up to me and hugs me tight. "I love you Jamie. You are the brother I wish I had."

By this point we are crying into each others shoulders. It hurts that in leaving. It hurts that I'm letting go of someone who has made such a change in my life.

But it was for the better. Maybe it's for the better that I start a new life without him too. Maybe it will be better. I don't feel this way now. Heck I don't think I ever will.

Fate is a scary thing to mess with, and maybe this is mine.

Jack pulls back and stares me directly in the eyes. "When you're in Iceland, I expect you to find your girl, and never leave her."

I nod not really knowing if I will find this "girl" he is talking about. But if it makes Jack happy by stalking this so called girl, then I will.

"When are you leaving?"

"In a week or so. November 14, I think."

"So I guess this is goodbye now then. I can't come to see you leave." He says in a shaky, guilty voice.

Wow that hurts. After all we've been through, he can't even watch me leave. Since when was his guardian work more important than me all of a sudden. I don't even want to know his excuse.

I turn away biting my lip, hoping he didn't already read my expression.

"It's the moons birthday, and I don't want to get killed for missing it." he laughs.

Still doesn't make it okay.

"You know that no matter where you are or why you're doing, I'll always be there to support you. Unless its drugs, or inappropriate sexual stuff. Then I'll tell you to quit and get a life."

He's forgiven.

I hug him one last time. I don't want to leave him.

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*jacks point of view*

I leave Jamie's house for possibly the last time. It's so hard to let to of him. I don't want too. He means so much to me. He was everything I had. He was what I cared about most. He  still is! If Elsa didn't claim that spot...

I start flying to Elsa's house to check on her. When I enter, Elsa is sitting on the couch with a bowl of ice cream.

My eyes grow wide in terror. "Did you use your powers to get that.?" I ask. My shoulders are uncontrollably shaking. My teeth are chattering. I feel absolutely terrified. I don't want Elsa in pain. Again.

"Oh heavens no!" she answers. I start to relax and walk back into her room. I spot a red card on the floor. Oh yeah Santa's invitation. Better look over the details again.

His time when I open the card up, I don't see a friendly letter about a birthday party. I see a pulse quickening threat.

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