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Chapter six
The first thing Jack heard was his own audible gasp before hearing his name being called several times, all by different voices. His senses still blurry, he felt the area around him and was slightly relieved to find painted wood. He was still in the sleigh.
"Jack," He looked over to see Tooth right next to him, rapidly looking him over.
"Woah, hey Tooth, calm down." He said, even though he was still confused about what was going on.
"CALM DOWN! MATE, YOU WERE HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND YOU'RE BLOODY TELLING US-"
"Bunny." Tooth glared menacingly at him. The overgrown mammal shut his mouth.
"Nightmare? I don't…" Then Jack remembered the sharp blade, and he visibly winced.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, i'm with ya."
"You passed out," Tooth began, seeing that he was obviously confused. "Sandy didn't have a dream on you, so I thought maybe the sleep was neutral." She hesitated, trying to collect herself. "Then you started fidgeting, and...there was no nightmare sand, no sign of Pitch…"
Jack gasped slightly at the name, not knowing why.
"Jack?"
He looked away, biting his lip and grasping his staff tightly, thinking through.
"Mate, do you know what's goin' on?" This time it was Bunny's voice that spoke to him.
Jack's eyes widened at the conclusion he had jumped to. "No, it's- it's nothing…"
"Jack." Tooth said sternly, demandingly.
He sighed. It was time to tell the truth. Some of it, anyway. He was still uncomfortable with the nightmares.
"The sand," Jack began. "I think, I think it's inside of me."
Jack flinched at the other guardian's reactions. North tensed as he drove the sleigh.
"He can talk to me," He continued. "Told me bad things about you. I don't want it to be true, but…" Tooth leaned in, and Jack tried not to cry. He wished he could just tell them to forget it.
"I'm beginning to think they might be true."
Tooth gasped loudly, and shortly afterwards his ears were filled with murmurs of the other guardians. Assuming they might be protests. Jack cringed with regret and burden as it weighted down on his shoulders. He knew it. He knew he shouldn't have said it, but they wanted him to tell the how he felt. Why did it suddenly feel so bad?
It came over him that they bought his feelings out by force, but no. It was his fault. He made them feel bad about themselves, and now they may have lost their trust in him forever. They deserved to hate him.
Should they even bother? Jack thought. Do I really have a purpose here anymore?
His eyes widened at his own thought. No way. They needed him. The children did, anyway. But what did it matter? It had already dawned on him that he might never live the same again after that day.
With those thoughts, he made his decision, and without hesitation, he flung himself off the sleigh.
Cliffy. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter done soon. Please review.