Italics equal thoughts
He was something and nothing at the same time. It hurt. It hurt much more than he could have possibly imagined. To be forgotten. To not be seen or heard. Everyone and thing ignored his existence. People and animals just passed through him. Heck! Even light pretended that he wasn't there for he had no shadow. He was... alone. It was... cold. Ironic since he was now naturally comfortable in the cold. He watched the kids enjoy their winter fun. Fun in their sudden snow day. The snow day that he had created. The snow day that he got no credit for. To be forgotten is worse than death he thought as yet another child ran right through him as he tried to evade a snowball. Yes tried. It hit him right in the back while he ran. Maybe it would have been better if he had drown in that lake. Putting his back to a tree he slid to the ground. Did he really exist? How do you prove that you exist? Maybe I don't exist. Maybe no one truly exists. How was anyone to know? Who out there would question existence at all? Who out there would suddenly think up Jack Frost? Who out there would be all like the snow is because of some winter spirit? No one that's who. He was doomed to be alone forever. Alone. Left to question his existence. Alone in a very foreign cold of being forgotten.
I was all like should I write this should I not. Then I decided why the heck not. Can't sleep because of my WEEK of the month so why not a little early morning writing. THEN I was all like should I go somewhere with this? Should I leave it as a short though it isn't really in my story nature to do so? Oh well thanks for listening to my problems. BrightDarkness-2013 out!