Remember My Frost-Bitten Love (Jack Frost x Reader) - ON HIATUS -

Memories - its an actual chapter omg -

*there are sweaaaaaaaaaars*

Chapter 22

your POV:

I awake in a unmade bed, lilac covers pushed to the foot of the bed.

'wait. what?' I think rubbing my head.

My head was banging. Ringing in my ears - the whole shabang. It felt as if I had bruised almost everything in my body some how.

I attempt to get up, but I was brutally stopped by a sharp pain in my side. I groan out in pain and flop back down into the bed. I lift up my sweater and find a huge black bruise on my side.

'fucking Pitch.' I sneer inside my head, but letting out a hiss out loud.

I get up, fighting through the pain the bruise on my torso brought.

'where the literal hell am I?' I question, looking around the mysterious room.

The white walls were covered by a mass amount of posters. Musicians, shows, art - literally everything. It was a gigantic collage, and I loved everything about it. I look around for my quiver and bow, but had no luck finding it.

"y/n! come downstairs now! you're gonna be late for school!" a feminine voice called from a distance, it seemed.

'y/n? that's me... she can't possibly be talking about me... but then again... there are a lot of people in the world probably named y/n...' I thought.

I hobble over to the door, and was greeted with a frantic young girl.

"hey, hey. what's wrong?" I asked the girl, but she just walked right pass me.

Well not right pass me, more like right through me.

I stood there in shock. Yeah, I should be used to it... but it felt different when she walked through me. Like I should know everything about her...

I watched her, in somewhat of a daze, and she ran frantically around the room - which I assume is hers-

"Y/N!" the female voice called again - most probably her mum. Actually, very much her mum

"IM COMING- ACK!" "y/n" yelled out, frantically hopping around putting on her sock, and inevitably falling.

"y/n" scrambled to get up, grabbed her iPod and backpack and quickly made her way down the stairs - which, I followed after her.

"Bye Mum!" she smiled and kissed her mum's cheek.

She ran outside and sighed at the warm-ish weather. The sun had just begun to come up and the scenery was beautiful. A beautiful sunrise and a lush forest surrounded her and I. The ground was beginning to green again, with bits of snow melting.
The walk to "prison" was quiet, until a snowball came out of nowhere and hit y/n on the back. She froze in place, but soon began to giggle.

"Jaaaack!" she giggled, turning around.

I too, turned around and was faced with the white haired boy that I oh so loved.

"oh my god, Jack!" you say, running towards him to engulf him in a hug, but all you hugged was air.

you had walked right through Jack.

"no, no, no, no, no..." you murmured, clearly loosing your mind. "A-am I dead? Why can't Jack feel me? Why can't Jack hear me? Where the hell am I?!" you yell out into no one inparticular.

You watched as the girl and Jack walked away, playfully fighting and laughing.

All of a sudden, colours started swirling around you, and you caught glimpses of things. Like someone's life. Little movies right in front of you.

"oh my god, its that loser again." 

"yeah, she's such a dork, and she doesn't even live in the city. she's basically a caveman, she lives out in the woods ha!"

"she doesn't even have any friends."

"hahahaha, omg guys, watch this." 

you hear as you see y/n trudge to a lunch table in the back corner of the room by a window.

you see one of the girls talking about her stick out a foot to trip her, but she didn't trip. You saw Jack move her foot away with his staff, a look of disgust on his face. You watched as the bitchy girl's mouth flew open and start to whine about how she couldnt feel her legs. The girl just giggled and continued to walk back to her table.

"serves her right, trying to mess with my girl like that." Jack says, kissing y/n on the cheek. y/n's face didnt hesitate to turn a bright pink colour.

The colours began to swirl again. But this time, you were back in the house you woke up in earlier.

it was around sunset, and you saw y/n speed out of the house, yelling something about art supplies.

y/n got into a car - presumably her father's - and drove out to the city. She was driving carefully of course, but the other kids in her year weren't.

everything was gone so soon, and you watched it happen. you knew you couldn't change anything to make it better. But why? Why did this have to happen to her of all people? Life is strange in its own way now isn't it?

you looked over the girl, who was no longer living. she was dead on impact, but the ones who hit her, the ones who torment her everyday, they were fine. of all the things that could've happened, of all the ways she could've went, why'd she have to leave like this? To be frank, you were quite pissed off.

the next few scenes to play before you came and went in a blur - crying, sobbing, mourning.

everything seemed to have a pattern,  until something out of the blue happened. She wasn't in her coffin. You wanted to say that those people from her school must've pulled a sick joke, but you couldn't, something in your subconcious convinced you that it wasn't them. Something though, lead you to the road where the incident happened. So you went.

When you got there, you saw her. But in your clothes, and with your weapons. You watched as your first memories as who you are now played right before you.

Suddenly, everything went white.

Its time you knew. 

A/N:

hey guys, I got a chapter up! yay! sorry for the long wait!

Hope you had an amazing Christmas and New Years! 

Love, Ellie xx