❄️~ I Believe ~❄️ || Hiro x Jack Frost ||

❄️ 8 ❄️

"Jack?!" I hear Tooth from behind me, but I don't respond. I hear her gasp. My head is screaming and my face is wet with tears as I touch Hiro's pale cheek. My eyes are too blurry from tears to see where the blood was coming from. Am I being too dramatic?

I hear stomping on the stairs and Tooth muttering something. I don't want anyone else looking upon this scene either.

I wiped my face and eyes as best I could. When I do, I begin to see Hiro's chest rise and fall.

He's breathing!

Then I notice where the blood is coming from. "Oh my god, Hiro, why?" I whisper to myself. His arms were covered in deep gashes and bleeding out. A knife was lying next to him. It's the slowest suicide attempt I've ever seen.

My reflex went to take off my hoodie and place pressure on his arms, but one hoodie wouldn't suffice. I picked him up, bridal style, dashed toward the stairs. To my surprise, no one was there. I continued to run down the stairs to the living area until a hand caught my shoulder. I turned to see Bunny, and I watched as he quickly wrapped a cloth around one of Hiro's arms then the other. He hurriedly walked towards the other stairs that led to the cafe. "Let's go!" he called. I followed him. "We're taking him to the hospital, right?" I asked urgently. I see everyone waiting in the sleigh and North shouted, "Of course!"

Hiro's POV:

🕗20 Minutes Ago

Knife in hand, I was sitting on the floor, in front of my bed, ready for it to be over. It's the only way to get rid of this voice inside my head that's always making me feel pain every time I get close to happiness. I'm already slowly dying inside, so what damage would this do? I gripped the knife tighter as I remembered why I stopped myself from doing this. "Aunt Cass," I whisper, "It was always Aunt Cass." I knew what this would do to her. I understand how it feels to lose someone. Yet I still persist to do this?

Yes. The worst has already happened to her. Losing you is losing less than losing Tadashi.

I close my eyes and a tear falls. "I just want to see him again," I whimper.

This is the only way you'll be able to.

Anger welled up inside me and I channeled that anger through my knife. I'm tired of everything. This stupid voice that keeps coming back to me when I begin to feel happy. My stupid brother for running into the burning building when I told him not to. I just don't care anymore.

I began making deep cuts, slicing open my arm over and over again, letting the blood pool to the floor. I screamed in agony and anger, cutting deeper. My eyes water from the pain as I continue on my other arm. I finish yelling in anger and pain when I finish cutting and drop the knife. I already see spots in my vision as I look down at the puddles of blood on either side of me. My head began to spin. "I'm sorry Aunt Cass," I whisper. I collapse next to the knife. "I'm sorry Jack."

Darkness.

🕣Present

Ow. My eyes, it hurts to try to open them. Where am I?

"Hiro?" a familiar voice called in a soft, sad tone, "Can you hear me?" My voice wouldn't work. I couldn't say I could hear him. "It's me, Jack," he said. "I know," I wanted to say. He continued, "You really scared me back there. I thought you were dead." That was the idea... I felt his hand wrap around mine.

"Hiro. I have no proper words for what you did because, to be honest, I'm still in shock. But I don't judge you. You obviously are dealing with something I haven't quite seen yet. You can tell me in your own time - I'll be ready when you are. But don't you think for a second that you don't mean that much to me because you mean... so much to me. You're the only person I've cared about except my little sister. In fact, you mean more to me than her." There was a long pause. "I love you," he finally said, "Of course I love her, too, just... not in the way I love you. You might think I'm crazy or disgusting cause I'm immortal and you're 14. My physical body is actually 18 if that makes anything better. Point is, I grew to love you from your adorableness and who you are. Plus your beautiful brown eyes," he laughed, "Your depression just made you more interesting and complex, not weird or unlikable. I still want to know more about you. You're wonderful in every way possible and I just want you to see that."