I'm raging right now. I'm so sorry. This chapter is going to seem rushed. I've been unexpectedly busy as hell the past few days (birthday (so my family took me out all day), followed by a super hectic day and then Friday I had no access to my computer (I was supposed to have a karate thing to go to, but it kept getting put off by small amounts of time (too small to have time to boot this piece of crap) until now, so, yeah)), but I was working on it whenever I had a spare moment, but I was too busy to save my work and then my computer freaking froze on me (Jack pun somewhat intended) and then…*facedesk* let's just say about 3 quarters of a chapter is gone. Anyways, I have a few things to discuss before this gets underway.
So far I've gotten 2 suggestions for who you should become. One was Mother Nature. Since SickHappiness is doing this, I very much encourage you to check out her Jack Frost x Reader story. It's amazing and I'm currently following it. Another suggestion is Cupid. I have a pretty good idea for this one, but what would you guys think of this idea?
And I've decided to do the 3 days before Easter all in this one chapter and Easter's chapter will be uploaded either tomorrow or Monday (Canada ftw; we get an extra day for Easter *Bunnymund approves*). I'm sorry about this…
*Bunny is shouting in background: EASTER IS TOMORROW*
Oh! And if you've ever read Blood Red Road, you may recognize the nightmare in this chapter.
So…here we go.
Things continued this way for the rest of the month. By now, pretty much the only people who would be seen with you, anymore were [bff/n] and (surprisingly) Nathan Largo. You wished you knew what the others were saying.
"Do you guys think I should switch schools?" you asked at lunch.
They looked at you, bewildered. Nathan quickly looked back down and started picking at his food. He was rather shy and awkward. He never wanted to be popular. People just admired him because of his family's wealth and how adorable-looking he was. [Bff/n] just stared at you.
"Why would you even…no." she blanched.
"Well, no one around here wants anything to do with me anyways, so…"
"Yeah, well, you watch. This whole thing will blow over with the next scandal. It's just how things work."
You nodded slightly, knowing she was right. That's how things were around here.
"And I think I know what it's gonna be. Did you hear about Savannah having some kind of crazy, coked-up sex with Lucas Martin?!" she gossiped, causing you to choke on your food.
"How exactly would I hear about that with no one talking to me?" You deadpanned once you finished coughing.
"Fair point."
"Did she really?" Nathan looked up and asked, quietly.
"That's what Luke's telling everyone, anyway."
"So wait, his reputation isn't suffering at all?"
"Obviously not, apparently she was gonna save herself for marriage or something."
"Wait, is that what she's been saying?!" he laughed slightly.
"Yeah…"
"Dude, even I've done her."
"That's disgusting."
"You're telling me. She seriously stuffs her bra. I'm still waiting for the test results on how many STDs I contracted from that."
You both stared at him, shocked.
"…Somebody spiked the punch. And made hash brownies…okay, pretty much all the food was unsafe. Not my fault, I didn't know. First popular-people-party." He defended himself, weakly.
By the end of the conversation, you were all laughing about the girl. You felt mean in doing this, but it felt nice at the same time. She was one of the worst ones towards you, lately.
You noticed the way Nathan was looking at your friend as you all walked down the hall. Her boyfriend had honestly left her because she refused to abandon you. You were both trying to keep her mind off of the whole situation, but you were starting to wonder if Nathan had feelings of his own for her. You smiled slightly at the thought of this. He seemed more confident talking to you than her, as well. You knew.
You gave him a smile. It must have shown on your face that you'd figured it out, because he blushed and looked away.
"…Don't tell her…" he whispered, desperately.
"Your secret's safe with me." You beamed.
Your friend looked over her shoulder.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing." You and Nathan responded in unison. She looked suspicious for a moment, but shrugged it off.
You sat down in your desk after lunch. This class wasn't too bad. Except for the fact that Savannah sat directly behind you.
You felt her poke something at your back. A note.
You opened it.
Witch
You smirked, somewhat angrily. What you did next was something you'd never expect yourself to do.
I'd rather be a witch than a bitch.
You wrote in response and dropped it back onto her desk. She read it and her eyes shot daggers at you.
You shrugged and turned back around.
Things were quiet for the rest of the day.
~Good Friday; 2 days before Easter~
Smoke made everything look dark. It blinded you. It was hard to breathe, between the smoke and the heat in the room. Your vision blurred as your eyes started to water, defensively.
You burst through the door, the wood breaking away under your touch.
You called out his name, but the sound got trapped in your throat.
It was agony, but only for a split second. You remembered reading somewhere about your nerves dying off, causing you to feel no more pain, when this would happen.
Your already grey vision began to blacken. Embers popped and fizzed.
"Jack!" you finally managed to call out.
You sat up, abruptly. You looked at the clock next to your bed. It was nearly noon. You had the day off of school.
You blinked a few times. Jack. Was that the boy in your past dreams? And, if so, why was he showing up? Where did you know him from? The human mind can't create faces. Everyone you see in a dream is someone you've seen while awake. So who was he? Surely you'd remember someone so…
You blushed. So striking.
The white hair definitely would have left an impression, even if you had just passed him on the street.
You frowned. Even if that was possible, you lived in a smaller town. You'd be bound to run into the boy again, sometime.
You tried to think of anywhere you may have known him from, but you couldn't place the strange, beautiful boy.
You shook your head.
Stop it, [y/n], you're being ridiculous. You mentally scolded yourself.
You father wasn't home. He still was working on the audit. April was home, though.
"Morning." You greeted her.
"Afternoon." She corrected you with a good-natured smile.
You looked to the clock. You'd been awake for nearly a half hour. This thought struck you as odd.
"Oh, wow. I've been up for a half hour…" you sighed. She looked at you oddly. You smiled, as if to say 'I'm fine.'
You poured yourself a coffee and sat down.
Jack…
You toyed with the name.
Jackson, Jackie, Jackal, Jacko…
You suppressed a sigh. You had homework this weekend. You decided to start it in an attempt to get your mind off of it. It worked.
~Easter Saturday (is that the term?); 1 day before Easter~
A/N; Just before I start, I want to suggest some songs for you to listen to as you read this part. For the pleasant part of your dream, I'd recommend "Louder than Thunder" by The Devil Wears Prada (for obvious reasons), and for the…less pleasant part, since it's rather short, Mag's Fall- Repo! The Genetic Opera (click on the video that's 38 seconds long) (also for obvious reasons). I'd like to warn you about the gore and…um…well, I start to fidget uncomfortably until I stop trying to imagine the sight. Why did I do this?! I blame Repo. If anyone's seen it, this scene was inspired by Blind Mag's death (but I think I took it a little too far. I think even Terrence Zdunich would be disgusted by this). The reason for this is because, if I'm not completely wrong, this is the night Sandy died, and I wanted to try to represent this through your dream.
Your dreams started out pleasant that night.
The boy, of course, was there again. You were lying in the snow, together. It was odd that you enjoyed it, but it was nice, peaceful, even. You nearly forgot that these fluffy white puffs seemed to be what caused your mother's accident.
"I wish we could just live in this moment forever." You whispered, softly. The white-haired boy, you called him Jack, laughed lightly.
"Well, I guess time is the one thing I can't freeze."
You laughed along with him, happily. Snow landed in your [hair length] [hair colour] locks and all over your body. You snuggled into his chest as he put his arm around you. You felt sleepy, but you didn't dare fall asleep, in case this was all a dream. You didn't want to risk cutting it short by waking. You rolled back onto your back, reaching up over your shoulder to join your hand with his. He kissed your forehead. It wasn't the friendly kiss you'd expected, so much as a loving one.
You noticed the winter roses around you, poking up through the mystical powder, like the ones in the bouquet you'd received on Valentines' Day. You wondered momentarily if he was behind that.
You opened your mouth to speak, but were shocked into silence. As you looked up at Jack, you noticed your mother sitting beside the two of you. Your eyes welled with tears of joy. But that's when you noticed that she refused to look at you. The three of you rose to your face and your mother turned her back. She muttered protests every time you attempted to meet her face.
Finally, when you turned her around, you instantly wished you had never noticed her next to you.
Her face was bloodied and twisted into a grotesque shape. Her eyes were completely removed from their sockets and blood dripped from them like a morbid waterfall. Some of the skin around where her eyes had been was completely gone, exposing the bone beneath, gleaming under the moonlight, and other parts of the skin were emaciated and rotting. The stench wafted into your nostrils and made you feel even sicker than you did when she originally turned towards you. You noticed that her left arm was completely skinned except for the nerves surrounding her radius. Blood dripped off of that, staining the previously immaculate snow.
You fell backwards in shock. The tears in your eyes were no longer of happiness, but of fear.
You turned back to face Jack, but he backed away from you, looking just as shocked and afraid as you were. But he didn't fear your mother.
He feared you.
"Jack?" you reached out to him, but quickly pulled your hand back as a wall of fire surrounded you and engulfed the ground around you until they came out and licked at you.
You awoke with a start. The world around you was pitch black, to your horror. You began to hyperventilate as you reached around your bedside table for a device, a lamp, anything that would emit light and chase the darkness away.
You found a flashlight. What it was doing beside your bed, you thought you'd never know, but you were thankful, none the less. Using it, you lead yourself to a light switch and kept yourself awake by reading a good book and listening to music for the rest of the night. You later ended up browsing YouTube when a particular song caught your eye that seemed to match your situation.
The ship, it swayed
Heave-ho, heave ho
On the dark and stormy blue
And I held tight to the captain´s might
As he pulled up his trews'You haven´t slept´
Heave-ho, he said
'In many suns and moons´
'Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore
And pray we get there soon´He said, 'Now hush, love
Here´s your gown
There´s the bed
Lanterns down´
But I don´t want to go to sleep
In all my dreams I drownThe captain howled
Heave-ho, heave-ho
And tied me up with sheets
'A storm is brewing in the South,
It´s time you go to sleep´His berth, it rocked
Heave-ho, heave-ho
The ocean gnashed and moaned
Like Jonah, we´ll be swallowed whole
And spat back teeth and bonesHe said, 'Now hush, love
Here´s your gown
There´s the bed
Lanterns down´
But I don´t want to go to sleep
In all my dreams I drown'Captain, Captain
I will do your chores
I will warm your cot at night
And mop your cabin floors
Scold me, hold me
I´ll be yours to keep
The only thing I beg of you
Don´t make me go to sleep´The sky, it flashed
Heave-ho, heave-ho
His pillow dulled the brink
The curtains ran between my legs
As we began to sinkI closed my eyes
Heave-ho, heave-ho
As the ship was rent and felled
Eddies in the water headed
To the mouth of Hell'Hush, now, hush, love
Here´s your gown
There´s the bed
Lanterns down´
I´m begging you, please wake me up
In all my dreams I...
A/N: Hope you guys like this, I enjoyed writing it and getting out my more…terrifying…urges and including one of my favourite songs. It's called "in all my dreams, I drown" from The Devil's Carnival. Happy Easter, you little ankle-biters!
