PROLOGUE

Sighing, Jack slammed his locker door. He rubbed his tired eyes with the one hand that wasn't full of books.

"You, okay man?" Hiccup asked, cocking his head.

"Yeah." Jack waved him off. "I'm fine."

"Uh, huh. The being quiet, not wearing blue, slamming doors, suddenly dying your hair to brown, being good and compliant in classes, and trying to sit by yourself all the time is so normal. I was just kidding, of course you're fine." Hiccup gives him an 'I'm not buying it' look.

Jack sighed once again. All those things weren't normal for him.

"Your point is?"

"You aren't yourself Jack. What's going on?" Hiccup asked. Jack really didn't want to be having this conversation.

"It's nothing. It's our last week of high school, I'm just stressed." Jack lied. Like he'd tell anyone the real reason. "Let's just get to class."

….

"Mr. Frost!" A stern voice shouted.

"No!" Jack screamed. They rushed at him, soon looming over him.

"Mr. Frost!" Jack jerked his head up, pulling himself out of the dream. He saw the whole class staring at him, including the teacher. He looked to his right, and Hiccup glared at him.

"Yes?" Jack asked, his voice cracking slightly, but hopefully not noticeably.

"This is a warning young man. I think you need some more sleep at home." The teacher said, her eyes softening when she saw his tired face.

"Yes, mam." Jack nodded sleepily.

"Class dismissed early."

Jack quickly went out the door, but didn't, unfortunately, escape in time.

A hand pinned his shoulder to the wall. He wouldn't be surprised if it bruised.

"Okay, Frost. Hiccup's right. What's the gig?" The girl asked loudly. Jack held up his hand innocently, but noticeably limp.

"Hold on. Really Hiccup? You're a terrific friend you know." He gave Hiccup a look. "Merida, I'm fine. Just let me go."

Truthfully, he was stronger than her, but not lately. Way to tired.

"There, you just proved my point. Where are the insulting nick-names?" Merida lifted her hand away and folded her arms. "You fell asleep during the only class you like, and you started doing weird things."

"Define weird?" Jack bit his lip.

"Well," A new voice. "You start jerking every once in a while, you had a terrified grimace on your face, you were very tense. And you were… whimpering I think?" Rapunzel said, counting on her fingers.

Shoot.

"Guys, just leave me alone. I'll be fine." Jack shoved away at Merida. She stopped him and held something in his face. A Dr. Pepper.

"Here, you need this."

"Oh." Jack snatched it from her and immediately opened it. He drank half of it under ten seconds. "Ah, thanks. Maybe I'll perk up a little."

"And now, he admits it." Rapunzel said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, for goodness sakes. See you tomorrow guys." Jack turned, and left with the soda in his hand.

….

In his room, Jack grabbed his notes from his math class, oh how he hated math. After studying for the math exam, Jack went downstairs for dinner.

"Hi, Jack. You seem to have perked up a little." His mom said. Jack shrugged.

"Merida gave me some soda today." Jack said.

"I see. How come you haven't been getting much sleep?" Jack rolled his eyes while she wasn't looking.

"I don't know. I'll be fine. So, what did you do today?" Jack said, trying to change the subject.

"This conversation is not over young man." She gave him the 'look'. "Nothing much happened today. Except this, came in the mail."

Jack squinted at what she held in her hand. She tossed it at him and he caught it.

"What?! Did you open it?" He asked excitedly.

"No, I thought you would like to." She turned with a smile back to making Jack's plate.

Jack opened it and scanned the contents.

"Mom. Guess who's going to Dreamers of Disney University?" He smiled widely.

"Oh! That's great Jack!" His mother spun around, set down his plate in front of him, and clapped her hands. "I'm so proud of you!" She hugged him tightly.

"Okay, mom. You're squishing my face." He said, his voice muffled.

"Oh, sorry." She stepped back. "Now eat up. Also, take two of these before you go to bed. They will help you sleep." She gave him a bottle of pills.

"Sure." He said.

After Jack ate, he went back to his room and finished up his homework. He looked at the sleeping pills, and threw them into his messy closet to be lost for eternity.

Jack fell onto his bed, purely exhausted, and sighed. He was beginning to realize how much he'd been doing that lately, sighing. He really didn't want to have to fall asleep, and….

Jack shook his head, which is when his eyes caught his I-Pod. What a genius idea! Listen to music, then he won't fall asleep. He turned it on and found his 'Rock' playlist. He sunk down further into his bed and closed his eyes. Images flashed on the insides of his eyelids. Open flew his eyes, and he gasped.

Don't close your eyes.

Jack lifted up his I-Pod and watched the little dot make it's way through the line as the songs played instead.

…..

The girl screamed when she saw the man lying on the floor motionless, blood pouring out of his mouth. The innocent child would be scarred for life. But more so the killer.

The platinum haired boy looked down at his hands, stained with drops of blood. His eyes dance wildly in fear, and his lips trembled. He noticed that everyone was staring at him, and his shaky hands.

And then he bolted. Out of the room, out of the building, and out of sight. He found himself in an alley, with puddles. He kneeled and flung water at his face washing his tears, and trying to scrub the blood from his hands, arms, and anywhere else it was. He stilled and the water stilled as well. He saw is reflection in the water, an image that he now saw in a different light.

…..

Jack shot up in bed, panting. He looked down at his I-Pod, it was still playing, and yet he'd fallen asleep. He ripped the earbuds out of his ears, threw the thing across the room against the wall, and slammed his fists onto the sheets. He tried his best to not think of nightmare, er, memory. But failed.

Jack cried as silently as he could, his hands pulling at his brunette hair painfully. He began hyperventilating and tried to breathe evenly.

"Jack?"

Jack's rapid breath hitched when he heard knocking on the door. He clamped a hand on his mouth, and managed to still his breathing. He scrubbed at the tears on his face and wiped his nose with his sleeve before saying anything.

"Jack? Is everything alright in there?"

"I- Uh…." His voice sounded scratchy, unfortunately, and his voice caught in his throat.

"Jack? Jack! I'm coming in!"

NO! His mom can't come in! Not now! But it was too late. She opened the door, and her eyes bugged when she saw Jack, who hadn't realized he'd gone back to crying.

"Jack! What's wrong?" She rushed to his bedside and grasped his hands. Jack just shook his head because the sobs wouldn't let him talk. He also wasn't all too sure if he wanted to tell her. But he pretty much had to though now. He wiped his face again and took a deep breath. There was no changing what was going to happen now.

"Mom. I just want to say, that I love you."

"Jack? I"

"Shhh, I'll explain." Jack took another shuddering breath. "You remember how I went to Burgess Mall a couple weeks ago, right?" She nodded. "Well, I was almost about to leave, when I saw this girl running with this terrified look on her face. She kept running and I noticed a man chasing her stealthily enough that the un-interested passer-by didn't notice."

"I followed them and I saw the man corner the girl and grin this… this awful, sinister smile." Jack shuddered. "I shouted at him, and he looked at me. He went back to the girl, and I charged him. He wasn't much bigger than me. The fight escalated, and the next thing I knew I…I." Jack choked on a sob.

"Jackson, what happened?"

"I-I killed him." He whispered. He heard her sharp intake of breath. I'm so sorry to let you down mom. You don't deserve something like this. "And then I ran. T-that's why I insisted on dyeing my too-unique pale blonde hair to brown. I-I was scared that someone would recognize me. I was scared, I-I'm so, so, so, scared." Jack broke down. He completely lost it. His heart and mind screamed and he just felt miserable. Everything could fade away and he wouldn't care, because he was barely there himself. He was broken, so devastatingly broken. Being scared of the authorities wasn't the only reason he dyed his hair. He was scared of himself. When he looked in the mirror, he doesn't completely see the monster he saw in the puddle that day. He was afraid of looking at the murderer. So, yes, when he looked in the mirror, he still sees himself, but he's not the same. And that is so true. Jack isn't the same, or normal, and he won't be, ever.

Jack's mom rubbed his back while her own tears fell. She hugged him close, and Jack just poured out the pain his mourning heart couldn't say. But it spoke in more volumes than words ever could.

A/N

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. ANOTHER story. Don't worry, I can handle it! Summer is here, and despite what some of you may think, it is busier than the school year for me. Soooo, updating WILL be SLOW!

I have been read so many great Jelsa fics lately, and mostly just Modern AU's so I'm kind of obsessed with that at the moment! This was the prologue, and there will be a time skip in the next update. But! I am not going to give you anymore spoilers except that this is TOTALLY JELSA! CuZ it ROXS!

Alright, fangirl moment over. Seriously thought, fangirl needs to be put IN THE FREAKING DICTIONARY!

So, anywho! I hope you enjoyed that dramatic chap! That angsty, depressing, exciting, cry-your-eyeballs-out morsel of AWESOMENESS! Because Jack is AMAZING! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Sorry, Jack. You're just really cool. At least I'm not weird like SOME people and like go CRAZY over you because they think you're hot. You're cute sure, but that's not the point. You're just awesome, and the most awesomest person to write about and the most awesomest perfect fit for Elsa!

OOoOOOOOOoooOOOkay! Enough of that. Seriously, I need to go to bed, as you can see fanfiction is making me a little wacky right now! :) Have a 'vonderful gut day dear reader friends'. !

God Bless!

~Annanarra