The Way the Snow Falls

by SweetWaterBaby

Jack was way more messed up from spending too many years as the punching bag for other spirits than anyone could have thought. An insight into Jack's thoughts throughout the movie and the aftermath of all the events.

1. Prologue

The snow was falling around him as he looked at the town from his perch on the telephone wires. It was early in the morning and most people were still asleep. The storm was a surprise, he hadn't originally intended on creating a snowstorm, but he figured it was well overdue. Soon people would begin to wake up ready to go about their days, but they would instead wake up to a chill in the air and snow covering the roads. The kids would cheer and smile at the thought of a snow day and just the thought of their joy brought a small smile to his face.

He stood up and stretched, his blue hoodie, well-worn from years of use, rose to show a sliver of his stomach. He allowed the wind to surround him and whispered for it to take him home. There was no point in staying to watch the reactions to the storm, it's not like anyone could see him. The wind dropped him gently outside the lake that he called home, and then swept away leaving the boy all alone again. Silence wrapped around him like a blanket as he walked through the snow, leaving footprints that no one would be able to see when they came to the lake later. Logically he knew that he mattered and that he had an impact on the world, but there was no way for him to test this. Other spirits knew that he existed, but they might as well be nonexistent because not one of them had ever tried to get to know him, or even have a peaceful conversation with him. Every time he met a spirit, it was when they wanted to lecture him about the things that he had done wrong. Sometimes it seemed that there was nothing that he could do correctly.

Kicking up snow as he walked, he wondered about whether things would ever change. Things hadn't changed for around three hundred years and he was beginning to lose hope that anything was going to start going his way. The sun was beginning to rise and the snow that he has caused to fall was glistening, but he could still see the moon. He paused in his walk and looked up at the moon. "Are things ever going to change?" he whispered, but as usual, the moon didn't answer.