Beep beep beep. Jack frowned as he heard the constant beeping of his alarm clock. His arm slammed down on the clock and it went silent. Just then he heard a loud noise. His eyes snapped open.
Someone was hitting the door. Slowly, he got out of bed and rubbed his eyes, groaning. "Boy, wake up!" his stepfather Pitch barked as he hit the door once more," The new neighbours are coming soon! I need you to make a good impression on them!" It was silent for a moment before the thudding started once more. "Did you hear me boy!" he yelled," If you don't get out of your room this instance, you're gonna get a whipping from me!"
Jack slowly got out of bed, groaning softly as he massaged his bruised arm. (Courtesy of talking back to Pitch last night) He walked to the door and opened it. Pitch glared at him menacingly, as he growled," Took you long enough boy, now get dressed. The new neighbours are arriving in five minutes time." Jack only nodded mutely in reply. He knew well enough that answering back would only result in another beating.
Jack closed the door once more and went to get dressed. He thought about the mysterious brunette boy that has been appearing in his dream for a couple of months. In his dream it would always start of the same. Jack would find himself in a room alone and then the boy would just appear. They would chat and talk. Jack found that he could actually talk freely and casually with this boy and he slowly opened up and told him about his abusive step-father. The boy constantly urged him to stand up for himself but Jack just couldn't bring himself to do it. Everyday this boy would haunt Jack. Jack found himself yearning to speak to him, to hold him. Now the mysterious boy was the only thing keeping him stable. He was half convinced that he was going mad. "It's just a dream," Jack remind himself bitterly.
Just as buttoned up the last button of his shirt he heard the doorbell ring. "The neighbours are here!" Pitch shouted. Jack walked through the hallway to the door, all the while pulling down the sleeves of his shirt to hide his bruises. Pitch leant forward and whispered in his ear," Now listen up Jack. I'm only saying this once. You better act nice and if you even say a single word about how I beat you up…you're dead." Jack felt a chill run down his back and he flinched as Pitch placed his hand on his shoulder. "Now smile," Pitch instructed before opening the door.
"Hi there!" Pitch forced a smile on his face and grinned at our new neighbours. Jack looked up and stared. No way, he thought, it couldn't be the boy from his dreams. Jack stiffened in shock as the boy in front of him gasped softly. "What's the matter Hiccup?" his father asked, rather concerned. "N…Nothing." Hiccup stammered a reply. Jack tared at him intently. Long face, freckles, green eyes, brown hair and a lanky figure-it really was the boy from his dreams. Pitch opened the door wider and said," Now come on in Mr Stoick!"Mr Stoick walked in with his son before Pitch shut the door.
"It's really you." I mumbled in disbelief when I saw Pitch steer Mr Stoick to the kitchen. Hiccup flushed and replied softly," You…You're the boy in my dreams." Jack gave a short laugh as he looked at Hiccup in shock. "It really is you." He whispered. Hiccup smiled in disbelief," All the time, I thought I had gone mad, you were actually real?" Jack nodded and his hand moved to rest on Hiccup's cheek. "I've really gone crazy," he mumbled in wonder. Hiccup smiled and chuckled. "Don't worry Jack, I'll be here for you no matter what," he said in a low voice. Jack's heart leaped. He knows about my problem, he thought.
His heart raced as Hiccup interlaced his fingers with him. Slowly he found himself grinning. For once in his life, things were starting to look up. With Hiccup by his side, what could possibly go wrong?