"Jack Frost!" The name leaving my lips, empty and shivering.
The cold wind, ripping my hair into a tattered mess, twirling in circles, loose clothing flapping at my skin.
This is torturing, frost in burrowing into my bare thighs, and I can barely take it anymore, my knees' are getting weak and num.
"Jack!" My voice groans in a low howl, it burns.
Finally my knee's give way, and my body collapses.
Will he come back? Or will he just leave me? I know it's for the better, if he leaves me be, but I mind as well just fade into the darkness, if that's the case.
" Fade into the darkness? My, my, that's more like it," The dark figure looming over my perishing corpse. My lungs are too brittle for my words to be heard, so a turn my other cheek.
" Where's Jacky boy? Not coming to your rescue?" A slight snicker cuts it's way through his sharp teeth.
"Or maybe, he doesn't remember you? " With shock my eyes flutter wide open, the whites of my eyes gleaming a the figure.
Pitch! How stupid am I? I should've know, I should've know! I grit my teeth in utter disgust. I can't be afraid of this dirt bag, my brain projects his body cowering in fear, as the children and guardian's stand tall.
"You'll never be able to see your precious Jack Frost anymore, what a shame," He crouches on one knee before me, as he leans in, whispering in my ear, " I think he was just starting to like you,"
With my throat burning, it takes a some time for me to gather all the salvia in my cheeks, but only a second for it to hit the Nightmare King's pale grey face. His eye's blink shut for a moment, "Jack! I believe in you! " The words come out a tad scratchy, but there understandable.
Now I feel my tears begin freeze on my cheeks, I try wiping them away, but it's no good. My eye's meet pitches cold glare, swirling inside of his palm looks to be black sand, first it forms a hand, which he encloses around his furious grip.
"No!" I howl, voice ringing with it's echoes, with the little strength I have, I clasp my hands on Pitch's shoulders, throwing him into the snow with me. It come to him as a shock, that I could possibly had picked a fight with the Nightmare King.
"Still got some fight in you?" I sit on his chest, pinning his arm down with my feet, I notice the knife he was carrying in him hand.
"I Believe! Jack!" The tear begin raining down my red cheeks.
"I Believe in North, Bunnymund, Tooth, Sandy, I still believe!"
"Just come back!" The fear begin seeping through expressions, I'm actually scared, none the less terrified and I know 'he' can tell. His strength begins showing as he throw me off into another pile of snow. But within seconds I rise up to my feet, charging at the shadowy figure, his body looms to about seven feet tall, but as my arm swings at the body it passes right through, letting out clouds of black smoke.
" Too late Jack," His dark voice alerts me, but before I have time to think anything of it, long slender arms drape around my waist. Before I can be confused, the taste of metal stings my mouth, when I look down, I notice the handle of Pitch's knife buried in my stomach, no visible parts of the blade itself are showing, and that's when I know, it's over.
" It's actually a treat, to be the last person you see before you die," With his long slender arms still draped around my body, my strength drains and I lose my footing. " Sweet, sweet Juniper," He whispers, kneeling on the ground, while holding my head up. When I start spouting blood onto my chin, he tucks a loose strand of my almond brown hair behind my hot ears.
In my dying moment, all I can think of is Jack...
"June!" His voice rings my mind, like a memory unearthing itself in my brain. As my eyes begin fluttering shut, the snow around my body turns a crimson soaked red. I'm thinking of him in this moment, his beautiful glacier blue eyes, and his heavenly white hair, his humour... I let out a blood drenched laugh, and that's when I know it's over, I let the darkness envelope me into a world of fear, pain, I don't see happiness were I'm going...
No happiness, no joy, no fun.
I don't want to be here...
What if Jack...find's my corpse?
Would he even care... ?
Would he even know my name, or who I am?
Bottled up tear, release from my eyes, spilling into the cold darkness.
I just want him to know, I do believe in him... that I was wrong, but now... now I never have to grow up, now I can't grow up.