"I mean, I like him and all, Dr. Mansnoozie, but… you know, I just need my space after…" Jack shifted uncomfortably on the lounge seat, feeling exposed and vulnerable to the only other person in the room. "I'm sorry, I just wish you would make some kind of input. I just don't like talking about this kind of stuff."
Dr. Mansnoozie nodded, then produced his notepad for Jack. He scribbled a few sentences then handed it over. Jack grabbed it then sat up slowly.
'You understand that I am mute Jack. This should make me the best psychologist ever. I apologize for making you do this, but the best way to get over a problem is to talk about them. If you wish to continue, then I will listen.'
Jack sighed and sat back, not wanting to lie down again. "I just… North is nice and all, but after the accident, I mean, I just don't know who he is anymore. You guys keep saying that I did… well, not you, you never say anything really, but North does. He keeps saying that I'll remember one day, that this… this world in my head isn't real and I should come back, but I can't. I've tried. I have been trying for months and all I know is being Jack Frost, the winter spirit, not Jack Frost, the high school junior. I don't remember my parents, moving in with North, going to school. Geez, I don't even know what my favorite cookie is because in my mind, I hadn't needed to eat for the past 300 years or so." Jack leaned forward and let out his breath slowly, trying to calm down, his emotions beginning to bubble in his chest. He let his face fall into his hands.
" I'm sorry Sandy. I just don't think today is going to work out. And I know, this happens every time, but, just try handling someone tell you that everything you've ever known is not real, on top of being invisible, in my head and in real life. Nothing is really working out. I think we should end early today. I'm not feeling up to it again."
Sandy shook his head and smiled. This was the same routine as every week. Sanderson had made it his personal goal to have Jack stay his full session, but so far to no avail. Maybe one of these days.
Jack closed the door gently behind him and pulled his hood over his head, trying to hide the slight flush he knew his face was displaying, the unconscious side effects of being flustered. He rarely ever left Dr. Mansnoozie's office without being in some form of a negative emotion.
North looked up from the magazine he was reading and frowned at Jack's arrival.
"Not go so well?"
"What do you think?" Jack snapped, then shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. "I'm sorry North, just tired, I guess. Can we go home?"
North watched the young boy in front of him for minute, assessing the situation, then smiled and patted the boy on the back. "We will have sandwiches and hot cocoa tonight. Plenty of snowman marshmallows. Perhaps I will even make cookies. Try new flavor again. Have to find the one you like most." North heard a chuckle from the boy and smiled. All is not lost.