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Pitch was pulling back the blankets for bed. It would be the first time he slept outside of the infirmary. He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt, and black checkered pants. North had given him that too. Jack had talked to him about these 'Guardians'; he told him that they had helped to get him out of the cave and that they wanted to see if he was fine. Pitch didn´t know why, he didn´t know them and they didn´t know him, so why did they help him?
After that, they played a curious game called 'Snap'. He was clueless about that game but Jack, patiently, had explained to him everything, always with that big and bright smile he was starting to like.
He remembered been excited to meet them after Jack finished talking but now, alone in this room, he was completely nervous.
When he was finally in the bed, he noticed something he hadn´t before turning the lights off; this room was darker than the infirmary, and where the light did enter through the window or under the door, it made him feel unsteady…he could swear he saw something moving and watching him in the shadows…
Ok…creepy.
He hid under the blankets, covering firmly his head and face; he remembered he saw somewhere that it helped you to protect from the darkness. It made him feel relieved and safe, but like an idiot too.
He wasn´t tired, so he started to think about tomorrow, about the meeting and the Guardians, what could happen, and what he should do and say to them…until his thoughts sidetracked to the cave, to the yellow and red eyed bad horses that hurt him, kicked him, bit him, to the bad voices he heard with them, telling him to give up, the nightmares where everyone hurt him and made him bleed and the red eyes that watched and followed him in each one.
He was in a dark room, it looked like a jail, because he could see the silver bars far away. He frowned and tried to move, but could not, he couldn´t move his feet nor arms. He could shout for help though.
"Can someone hear me?!" His voice got lost in the darkness, like swallowed by the shadows in the walls.
You really thought you could escape that easily?!
Pitch looked around, scared, but the only thing he saw was black.
"Who-who´s there?"
Pitch, Pitch…you are scared…you SHOULD NOT be SCARED! Thousands of voices said, hissing the words as if they were poison.
"Leave me alone! Please!"
He knew he couldn´t move; his feet were frozen to the floor, firmly held by his ankles. A hand ran over his face, stroking his cheeks, a shapeless and ugly hand that scratched him.
How low you have fallen…
Don´t be scared…
You do not fear with us…
Come back…
Did you think you could get rid off us this easily?!
You are ours, slave…
You need us…you are nothing without us…
Come back…
Are you powerless? Again?!
You are nothing without us, you have powers with us, you are so powerful with us…come back…
You are nothing without us…
Pitch was surrounded, he couldn't move and he was trying so hard to block their voices, he didn´t want to hear them, they made him shiver and hurt.
"Help me!"
NO ONE will help you…
Why would someone help you?...
You are not going anywhere…we looked for you, we found you and you won´t escape from us EVER AGAIN!
"No!"
You know why?
Don´t be scared Pitch…
"Please help me!" shouted Pitch, when a collar tightened around his neck, followed by laughter.
Why would someone help you?...
Because you are OURS NOW!
Within a second, all the shadows were all over him, crushing his ribs, breaking them, the shadows got in him by his open mouth, eyes, blackening his vision and making him want to throw up.
Pitch woke up screaming, his breathing was rapid and he could hear his heartbeat hammering in his ears.
Gasping for air, he looked at his surroundings. There was nothing, he was in the guest room, in Santa's workshop, he wasn't in the jail, he was safe. Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes, two single tears rolled down his face, he wiped them quickly but soon, they were followed by more.
"I am scared…" He murmured to himself while hugging his knees against his chest. What had just happened? It felt so real, his throat hurt and his eyes burned so much.
Calm down child…Nicholas will help you. Pitch's eyes widened, feeling calmer. This voice was different; it was lower than the other voice and sounded tired, but it was sincere, kind and made him feel better.
The frightened boy stood up, he wanted to see Mr. North, maybe he could help him, maybe he will hug him and stroke his hair gently as he had seen doing to Jack and tell him it wasn´t real, that it was just a bad dream, he didn´t even care if Santa didn´t do that, he simply didn't want to be alone in the dark when…
Do you really think he will help you? Hahaha. Pathetic. Don't you think he would have already come to see if you are alright when he heard you cry? He doesn't care for you, no one cares for you, why would they? You are just a little nuisance here who gives more trouble than there already is…at the first opportunity they will get rid of you.
It was the voice from the nightmare; its voice was strong and overwhelmed his thoughts. The voice laughed devilish and said quietly. Repeat it.
Pitch shook his head; he wasn't going to repeat it. He wasn´t going to say that about himself. He wasn´t a nuisance…
Repeat it! The shout resounded in his mind, making him wince in pain.
"I-I am a nuisance who-who gives mo-more trouble than there already is." Pitch lowered his gaze and laid down again. Bright unshed tears shone in the darkness, not for the nightmare, but for the words he was saying to himself.
Grabbing the pillow, he swallowed past a lump in his throat and turned to his side so he could lay his head and hug it. He closed his eyes strongly and clenched his teeth, hoping to fall asleep again without dreaming, he wanted to forget the horrible nightmare.
A few minutes later, he entered into a dreamless sleep, the darkness as his one and only comfort.
When he woke up, he didn´t remember anything from the nightmare, but the words were still ringing in his ears like an endless echo.
"I-I am a nuisance who-who gives mo-more trouble than there already is." Pitch lowered his gaze and laid down again. Bright unshed tears shone in the darkness, not for the nightmare, but for the words he was saying to himself.
Grabbing the pillow, he swallowed past a lump in his throat and turned to his side so he could lay his head and hug it. He closed his eyes strongly and clenched his teeth, hoping to fall asleep again without dreaming, he wanted to forget the horrible nightmare.
A few minutes later, he entered into a dreamless sleep, the darkness as his one and only comfort.
When he woke up, he didn´t remember anything from the nightmare, but the words were still ringing in his ears like an endless echo.
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PD: Next chapter will be the one you all were waiting for, I am translating it, so don´t worry