Rise With Frost (Reader x Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians) [COMPLETE]

Chapter 1

Sometimes, I wonder the impossible. I wonder what it's like to fall. To feel. To never be numb.

It felt strange, to be sitting on one side of the glass as you watched children running and giggling. They won't ever feel what I felt. Their minds were so perfect, their innocence not yet lost, happy time all day long.

*****A Few Years Ago, 3rd Grade*****

"Good morning class! My name is Miss Simeon. And today..." she zoned out as she pointed at me. I was so excited, ready to start a new life in a new school, make new friends, and just be generally happy. As I looked at the fellow kids, they all snickered and pointed at me, whispering among themselves. I took nothing of this, and smiled. The teacher looked at me, and asked me to star my name to the class.

I looked at the class, eyes wide with wonder. "(Y/N). (Y/N), (L/N)." I said, staring brightly into the faces of my new classmates.

-----Time Skip-----

"Your just a new nobody! And that's all you'll ever be!" That was the last thing I heard put of her mouth before she pushed me down the stairs. My pink, glittering backpack landed on the stairs as my books, tools, and pencils stabbed into my back.

The sharp pain shot through my back, and to my ribs as I took my final fall on the landing of the stairs. The kids looked at me, pointing and laughing as blood spilled out from under me. They started throwing books and tools and crayons at my face as I curled into a ball, the pain from the wounds and the objects being thrown t me unbearable.

The bell rang and the kids left, while u bled on the landing of the stairs. I heard my name being called as Miss Simeon rushed over and picked me up, calling frantically for others to help me.

*****7th Grade*****

As I walked through the halls trying to get to my locker, the boys kept cat calling me. As I rounded the corner, study books in hand, I saw them by my locker. I immediately turned to leave, but before I could, they called me.

"Hey slut, where do you think your goin'?" They rushed over and yanked on my backpack, making me drop all my text books. I fell to the floor, saying nothing. I shot a glance upwards into their faces, instantly regretting it. One girl dropped their coffee on me as another dropped their food on me. One of the guys standing with them went to the nearest trash can, and dumped some contents onto my head. They walked off, obviously done with me, and laughed as a crowd surrounded me.

*****Junior Year, Current Year*****

This happens too many times to count. Ever scince I moved here, things were absolute shit. My life, numb. My mind, tortured. And my heart. Broken.

So I talk to my friend. The only friend who never leaves. Because I made him up.

Jack Frost. Always there when I need him. Always there to talk to. Always there. I made Jack Frost up when I was little. In 5th grade. When I started knowing for a fact no one liked me. That I wasn't going to have any friends. He grew with me, told jokes to me.  Eventually this became so normal that it was me, and it became so really that I believed I I could touch him if I reached out to him.

I never did though.

Being afraid that if I touched him, he would disappear forever.

When I was having bad days, he was there for me. When I came back completely fucked up, he cared for me. When I locked myself in my room forever in a day, he was there. Always sitting patiently for me to open up. Up until today, I had always thought he was a figment of my imagination. Just a thought.