It was an ordinary day, like any other you could say. What a boring way to start a story. Don't all the stories you read talk about such things when they include someone who's supposedly normal, but what does that even mean? I guess it's supposed to mean I breathe the same air or something or other. I've never been normal though. I've never really had friends that I could call for the heck of it, never really had people to lean on when the tough times have come... maybe that's why I am the way I am. I have a boyfriend that I've lived with for a year and yet I still don't do social things. I mean, I get out and do stuff of course, but I'm still that lone wolf. Maybe you ask why I'm this way and I could give you like... some sob story or something but you're probably not interested in that. That you're still here reading this is a sign you understand that I'm not normal. That what happened to me is something that might interest you. Ever heard of Jack Frost? Yeah, as in the Guardian of Fun, that Jack Frost. Not the stupid cartoonish guy who looks dressed in blue colonial or even the clay figure who looks like some court jester. I have a bit of a history with him. Have I got your attention yet? Good. Well sit back and I'll tell you how I know Jack. Just don't expect no happy-movie-ending because honestly... real life isn't like that and it's been years since I've seen Jack... I haven't seen him since 2012.