Short little one-shot on the time Jack was dying underwater in the lake, right after saving his sister. I don't know her name for sure, but I was told it's Pippa. Don't review to say it's not, because I don't care.
It was so cold. So dark. That's all I knew. That's all I could think about.
I couldn't see. I couldn't even tell if my eyes were opened. They were so cold, they seemed opened, but no light reached me.
Was I dead?
I couldn't tell. I could still feel the cold, so I must not be dead.
I couldn't breathe, but it seemed as though I didn't need to. Was I even breathing..?
Where's Pippa…? I tried to see through the dark to try and see if Pippa was okay.
Cold, Pippa, dark, Pippa, cold, Pippa… Where is she? Is she okay?
She has to be okay. I saved her. She was on the ice. I fell in. I'm the one dying…
But Pippa isn't, and I smiled, or at least, I thought I did. I was still so cold, I couldn't tell.
I was scared. I didn't know what would happen to me. Will I stay on the bottom of this lake forever? Will I go to heaven..?
So cold…
It'll all be over soon…
It seemed as though I heard my voice in my head, but they weren't my thoughts. Someone was helping me. I believed them. I wanted it to be over…
I was drowning. I was freezing. I was dying. I knew my body couldn't take the cold much longer, and my lungs couldn't bear any more time without air. I was dying, and I knew it was coming.
I was dying, but I knew my sister was safe. She wasn't underwater here where I am, and that made it all worth it.
She was safe, she's going to grow up, get married, and have kids of her own to protect.
For just a moment, I knew she would be safe. I smiled a last time, because at those thoughts, I wasn't freezing, drowning underwater. I was frozen for a moment.