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"Well would you look at what I found" I stated while holding up the one and only staff. Before I even had a chance to mutter my next sentence, Jack (if I'm going to have to constantly deal with this figment of my imagination, it might as well have a name) quickly moved from his position on the other side of my room to fly right in front of me, accompanied by a large gust of biting wind. When the wind made contact I braced myself this time, trying not to fall over again. Falling prey to this cursed wind was really taking its toll on my backside. Thankfully, I remained upright as I quickly cleared my line of sight, swatting at my loose hair as it danced around my face.
With a look of pure victory (and possibly a hint of relief) gracing his features, Jack made his move to, unsurprisingly, grab his highly sought after piece of wood. Moving inhumanly fast in his pursuit of his prey, I barely saw him before I was somehow able to pull the stick out of his reach just as his pale fingers grazed it.
Momentarily stunned at my effort to keep the stick away from him, Jack seemed to stop his attack for the moment. Taking advantage of the free moment, I stared in disbelief at the stick somehow still in my grasp before returning a rather smug look.
"Come on snowflake, why are you so intent on keeping that old thing" Jack drawled while flashing me a smirk.
Change of tactics much?
But snowflake? Really? If he is really trying to win me over just so I'll hand the damn stick over snowflake is not going to cut it. Well maybe "All Knowing One" would.. but that's not the point. Besides, why would I tell him about the secret plan that I so meticulously came up with in the spur of the moment?
Taking note of my clearly annoyed expression and lack of response, he shook his head before continuing on anyway. "Don't tell me it's some new teenage trend carry around old sticks that you steal from innocent winter spirits?"
"I wouldn't exactly call you innocent the way you were chasing me" I replied.
"Listen, all I wanted to do was talk, I don't exactly have many teenaged believers."
"Believers? Why would you have any believers to begin with? It's not like you're real or anything."
For a split second I saw something flash within his bright blue eyes. It resembled hurt, but I was unsure as it disappeared as fast as it materialized, leaving me to wonder. Huh, I must have poured salt on my imagination's old wound. Of course the old wound was far beyond my understanding. Just as I became more curious, his cocky persona returned accompanied by a renewed look of determination.
This clearly wasn't a good sign.
"How about this, I'll prove that I'm real and you're not crazy if just hand over the staff" He said with a playful smile. Something about the mischievous light in his eyes told me his offer did not only stand to get the stick back.
Should I really give in to my own mind's creation? Making deals with my own mind went far beyond the classic angel and devil sitting on one's shoulders thing. I knew this boy clearly didn't represent my conscience; he carried the countenance of a troublemaker, evident in his blue orbs that housed a very playful glint. But if he wasn't my conscience, then what was the purpose of his existence? If I really give in now, there may be no returning to my prior sanity.
Or maybe I can save it…
Grey clashed with blue as I looked at him, trying to muster every ounce of my own determination. Jack on the other hand, looked at me expectantly while waiting for my answer. "Okay, but after you create your little show you have to promise to leave me alone and never return."
I suppose my ultimate aim was to indulge in my mind's creation in an effort to banish it. Perhaps by truly confronting my inner mind's workings and accepting it for whatever reason it chose to materialize I may be able to find some form of closure. With that closure this anomaly may just leave me alone for good. I may not know why my subconscious created this boy, but I suppose it's worth a shot to find out if it can put my currently hectic mind at ease.
Jack tilted his head to the side before flashing me one of his favorite smiles. "Fine, have it your way snowflake" he replied while stretching out his pale hand towards me "I'll take back the staff now."
Looking back down at the object that caused so much grief, I sighed before handing it to Jack, possibly ensuring a life of schizophrenia. When his palm took hold of it, it began to emit a bright blue light as, what looked like frost, began to snake its way around the wood. Well this clearly wasn't scientifically poss..
No, no. Just take it as it is and it'll make sense in the long run.
Hopefully.
"Jack! Look! It's snowing again!" Jamie exclaimed from the other side of the room. At Jamie's words, Jack flew over to the window to join him. Kneeling next to Jamie, Jacks face immediately lit up as he watched the tiny snowflakes float past my window like gentle jellyfish in the sea.
"Well, would you look at that! Looks like fun is back in business!" Jack cheered.
Rolling my eyes I stepped towards the window clearing my throat, causing the boys to turn around. I directed my attention towards the taller of two. "Don't tell me you've forgotten our bargain already?"
"Relax snowflake, you'll be a hundred percent un-crazy soon enough" he explained while trying to pry open my window.
That's it, I've had enough of this snowflake business.
"You know I have a name right?" I replied irritably.
While continuing to open my window with no avail he turned back to me. "Really? I didn't know staff thieves had them. Jack said before returning to his hopeless task. "Holy Man in the Moon, did you glue this window shut or something?"
In response to his question I hesitantly looked at the bottle of super glue that sat on my desk only a few feet away from Jack. I was trying to keep him out, but I guess I should have just glued the front door instead. Can you blame me though for not doing it! What creepy people you meet come knocking on your front door when they come to attack you. Actually, just don't answer that question.
"Come on Jack! She'll never believe you if you're not nice!" Jamie interjected in the midst of Jack's task.
Jack stopped his work. "Fine, I guess you're right kiddo." He said with a sigh while one hand rested on the back of his head. Jack then turned toward me before offering his hand. "The name is Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun, Winter Spirit, and clearly not an Old Man Winter. What's yours?"
Well here goes my first attempt at acknowledging this thing.
"I'm Selena, Selena Smith." I stated simply while reaching to grasp his hand. As soon as my hand made contact I was shocked by just how cold his palm was. I guess you could literally describe it as freezing. Thankfully, Jack did not notice my discomfort as he held my hand. Swallowing the gasp that wished to escape, I shook the hand before quickly retracting it.
"Now that introductions are done, how does a enjoying a lovely snow day sound as a perfect start to our day?"
"Terri-"
"Awesome!" Jamie cut me off.
Fine, I guess I'll indulge in what Jamie wants if it means that I can work towards getting my sanity back. But then again, I really don't like the cold.
"Great, now if I could just open this window we can leave" Jack said as he gave another good pull. Just who exactly uses windows to get in and out of buildings? Holding back this statement, I tried to actually progress the current situation.
"Or we could just use the front door?" I offered.
"Come on Selena, when we said enjoy the snow day we actually meant enjoy!" Jamie pouted while forming a snowball. Him and Jack had hoped to kick off the day with a snowball fight, only I had others plans.
"I can assure you that I am truly enjoying this snow day in the comfort of this lawn chair," I snapped back.
What was wrong with being curled up in about four blankets, a winter coat, two smaller jackets underneath, and a long sleeved top all the while sitting on a lawn chair outside? Jack and Jamie said to enjoy the snow day, so that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm enjoying it by sitting outside and admiring it while being somewhat comfortable in this setting. Yup, I am enjoying it.
Jamie looked clearly skeptical as he trudged through the snow toward me. "But you're not even doing anything! You're just sitting there wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets!"
"Chrysalis Jamie, chrysalis. I would prefer to come out of this as a butterfly, not a moth thank you very much."
"Ugh, whatever!"
Thankfully he decided to make his way back to the pile of snowballs he was trying to construct for his threesome, now twosome fight. Speaking of twosome, where did that white haired demon fly off to? Oh well, I guess I should take advantage of the moment and make myself more comfortable.
And with that, I snuggled into my chrysalis.
What were those cool Japanese tables with the warm blankets called again? I could do for one of those right now. Better yet, hot chocolate would be nice-
"Ah!" I screamed as my face was now covered in something very cold. Unsurprisingly, I saw a certain self-proclaimed winter spirit snickering to himself as he floated in the air next to me.
Scratch that, this demon had not been exorcised.
I got up from my chair, my chrysalis still clinging to me in my rage. "Really? Was that necessary?!" I shouted at Jack.
"No, but this is."
"Wha-"
Before I had time to react, a bombardment of snowballs were pelted at my back, knocking me over in my surprise.
"I thought we might need some backup!" Jack yelled at a now laughing Jamie.
Let me tell you, falling over in the snow when your arms are basically bound is not fun. By the time I hit the snow I rolled over a few times before I was finally able to sit up and see what hit me. To my dismay, I was met with the sight of grinning children reloading on snowballs. Each one of their evil little faces was proof enough for what was in store for me. Not good.
"Hey guys maybe we can work something-"
I never got to finish that sentence.
"Get her!" the kids cried simultaneously as they started to attack me. Again.
That's it, I'm getting out of here. Shakily trying to rise to my feet without my much-needed arms, I began to run away as fast as my legs could carry me. However, I was clumsily hindered as most of the snowballs still found their target.
"Hey!" another snowball connected with my back, "Stop it!"
All the while I saw a human shadow float next to me as I ungracefully ran across the street. "Come on you have to fight back!" I heard a masculine shout from above.
Narrowly dodging another snowball I dove behind a tree and hastily leaned against it trying to catch my breath. Hearing snickering I looked up at Jack as I continued to painfully breathe in the frigid air, each exhale clearly visible. Despite my burning lungs I managed to grind out "You know you could help!"
"Help you say?"
"Yes, help!"
"But I thought I was just a figment of your imagination? What could something that doesn't exist possibly do? Besides you took my staff."
Is this guy for real! Well not really, but this Jack guy is really starting to push my buttons.
"Okay fine! I'm sorry I took your sti-staff!" I shouted as I narrowly avoided a well-aimed snowball that grazed the tree bark by my left ear.
Flying closer to me Jack flipped on his back and leaned back on his arms as if he were lounging on an invisible couch. "Well I'm finally glad you respect my stuff! I suppose I can help this one time since it is for the sake of fun." He closed his eyes, smiling to himself, "and I suppose that if you're ever gonna truly believe, fun will likely be the key to it all."
Fun. That sure sounds like one hell of a key to something likely to be permanently locked. Now that I think about it though, when was the last time I truly had fun? I guess sitting home alone watching TV and reading all day was not what most people considered "fun". No, I suppose it would've had to have been back when my mom was alive and dad didn't let work dominate his life. I cant really pinpoint the exact moments that I experienced "fun", but I do remember a sliver of it that came from spending time with my once united family. Finding myself missing the warmth and happiness I once felt I don't even know what the word means to me anymore.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I saw a very smug looking Jack point his stick at me. Great he's just going to settle on killing me now, I knew I shouldn't have given the damn stick back! I naturally squeezed my eyes shut in defense as a very precise stream of air collided with my body. This time instead of having to brace my self against a usually overpowering gust, I scarcely moved as I felt it pass over me before completely disappearing. Hesitantly I opened my eyes.
"What exactly was-"
Scarcely a second after I experienced the strange wind, my blankets fell from my body as if an invisible knife sliced them. Surprisingly, my large winter coat was still intact despite being underneath all of my blankets.
"I thought you might need your arms" Jack shouted down at me. "Also take these, you might need them." Suddenly Jack conjured a couple of snowballs before gently tossing them to into my gloved palms.
Ignoring the awe that bubbled up within me at the sight of him pulling matter from thin air, I glared angrily at him.
"What the hell! You just tore up all of my favorite blankets! Now what am I gonna snuggle in!" I shouted at the white-haired menace.
Jack smirked. "You always have me!"
"Ya like I'd snuggle with popsicle boy. I'd rather snuggle with a cactus."
"Please, who wouldn't want to curl of with all of this!" Jack confidently stated as he gestured to himself. "Though I would love to banter with you all day, I'm pretty sure we have a snowball fight to win."
Winning. I sure liked the sound of that.
Slightly invigorated I looked up at Jack as his slim fingers created more snowballs. "Fine, but you owe me a new blanket!"
Finally done with this chapter! Sorry I didn't update for a while, this summer has turned out to be pretty busy. With that in mind I'm debating whether I should continue with this story, but of course your reviews would likely save it! So please review or constructively criticize all you want! (Or both, whatever works for you!)