Cold.
Just cold. That's all I really remember when I first woke up and sometimes, still feel it today...
And I don't mean lack of warmth, no, not that kind of cold, but almost like a void, empty would be a better word for it. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, I was too busy exploring my new powers as Jack Frost, but as soon as my new found friend, Wind, took me to that village, as soon as that little boy ran through me, it was like that void, that emptiness, that personified cold, spread and made a cater in me.
I felt so cold.
I…I had to be heard; someone had to see me, hear me, something! But no one did. I called Wind and asked to take me to Man in the Moon, I needed answers. He brought me into this world, he gave me my name, my powers, he had to give me answers.
That night I screamed at the top of my lungs "Why? Why can't they see me?" I begged him to let them see me, I was cold and alone, and I didn't want either of those. I screamed some more until my throat became raw. "Why?" A response never came. Manny just looked down on me just glowing in the sky, not a peep, not one whisper.
Nothing, but the cold.
I drifted down to the ice below me, frost forming on the ice covered water that I came from, and just sat there looking up at him, waiting. When nothing came, cold took over. I looked everywhere, glanced in every direction around me, waiting for something to happened, someone to pop up and ask why I was outside in this weather.
No one came.
My heart began to race as I felt the cold come over me a little more, the snow began to fall a little harder. "Please," I whispered to the woods around me, the same woods that not only a few moments ago I was exploring with my powers, trying out my abilities.
The frost designs that I had made out of pure unadulterated joy, looked eerie in this new light, it was almost haunting me. I was the one to do that. They only one. I looked beyond the ice back into the shadows of the woods, begging, hoping, wishing someone would step out of the shadows.
"Someone please!" No one would answer me. Manny wouldn't answer me, all he would do was wrap me around in his light, as if to comfort me in some way. "Please hear me!" Again, on one would come, no would listen, because no one could hear me. My shoulders began to shake as I curled into myself, the steady snowfall now becoming harder, Wind deciding to pick up a bit of speed and swirl around me. I felt something wet slide down my cheeks, but I didn't care, all that mattered was the cold around me, the absence of warmth. I looked up to Manny, broken, confused, scared, and cold.
"What do I do?" I whispered to him. No answer.
Manny would never answer, not once in the next 300 years.
I cried that night, and I screamed until it burned. Why?
I was cold and scared.
I couldn't have warmth, not then, not for another 300 years.
No one could see me, no one ever would. I could be heard, no matter how hard or how loud I screamed or cried.
They can't hear me. They can't see me.
I'm alone.
I was so alone.
And so fucking cold.
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-VintageLookingGlass( aka Avesona23)