FROST º the originals [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR; IS THAT BLOOD?

!! multiple talk & descriptions about
self-harm/suicide !!

chapter thirty-four
(the frost)

JACK RAN. Jack ran the fastest he had ever ran before, which wasn't very fast due to the suit constricting him. But he was sweating, he could feel his legs wobbling like jelly and he couldn't see anything around him.

The forest was pitch back. He couldn't see anything except the tiny bit of light leaking through the top of the trees.

Jack tripped over a root on the ground, tumbling over and falling onto his back. He panted out, he couldn't believe this was all happening. It was all happening so quick he felt like he was suffocating.

This gigantic forest felt surprisingly
small. The trees surrounded him making it feel like he was underwater drowning.

He looked up at the colourless sky. "Fuck!" he yelled at the sky, "Fuck you" he screamed out, hoping, praying someone could hear him. This was just to much, Jack thought he was getting better, he thought his life was getting better but it wasn't. Nothing changed and he was stupid to think something had.

          Tears pooled from his eyes and fell down his cheeks soaking his suit. His face was red and he couldn't breathe. His throat felt like it was closing in, nothing was right.

          "Why" he whispered to himself, "W-Why me?!" he yelled out to nobody, his voice echoing through the forest. "Just kill me already!" he screamed, his hands were wrapped around his head, he was rocking back and forth. "P-please just end this" he whimpered to himself.

         I don't want to be here Jack thought to himself, I don't want to be here his mind continued repeating. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I-

         "kill me!" he screeched out. His face fall as he scratched his arm. Feeling the years of old cuts that littered his arm, he kept scratching, and scratching until he could feel crimson blood oozing out of the fully scabbed cuts.

How had he relapsed so fast. How had he even relapsed? this year was going so well compared to the years before and now he was right back to square one.

Jack was angry at himself for falling back into this bad habit, though he actually liked the feeling of blood oozing out of his arm, the rush of adrenaline he got from it every time he did it. He was almost clean for a year, a year that went by so fast. He was almost happy.

He wanted these powers gone. They had to be gone he couldn't handle it anymore. He didn't want them anymore.

At least before all of this he barely used his powers since he had no use. But now he could control fire and if Bonnie was right he could do a hell of a lot more.