I Think I Lost My Halo

by HelloMyNameIsKat

Stress can pile on, destroying a person bit by bit. Elsa is barely able to keep up with school, but keeping up with the never ending depression? Almost impossible. Jack tries all he can to keep her alive, but trying is not always enough. (Highschool Jelsa AU... sort of? idk. Please be cautious when reading if you're sensitive to intense subjects)

1. Prefix

/ Prefix /

Jack

I knew exactly what awaited me behind the bathroom door. I didn't want to face exactly what was behind this door. In fact, I was terrified to face it. I desperately begged for a miracle to happen that would change the circumstance. I knew I had to to find out. I took a deep breath, and opened the door, preparing myself for what was to be found.

Pale fingers were what awaited me.

Pale fingers barely holding an empty bottle of pills. Pale fingers connected to a pale body. A Pale body holding empty eyes. Empty like the bottle. Empty like the soul.

To believe what I saw was true was impossible. I couldn't accept what sight I had before me. It was to much. To much sorrow on the pale body's face. To much pain that the body endured. To much for me to understand.

I felt the warm tears sting the corners of my eyes as I took a step closer.

Every step was a battle. Every step was a fighting war that was nearly impossible to win. Every breath I took contained the agony of the sight I saw. And what I saw... I will never recover from.

Through my distraught and tears, I barely whispered out, "Elsa... no."