Never See You Again

By ChibiNagisaSakura

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Chapter 2. Me, Myself and I

Eighteenth Century and the start of winter in the northern hemisphere. I hate it. So many questions and literally no answers. I've been searching for the answers for a long time ago; still in the middle my search. The questions fill my head and circle. They dig into my brain and refuse to leave me alone at night. I guess when you're me you don't sleep. I've tried once but I never have dreams. I watch as others have dreams around me. They look magical from what I can see on the outside. The Sandman's gold dust really is something, I'll give him that much. However, I want to know- no- I need to know what exactly it's like to experience the dreams. I'd ask but everyone just looks right through me- no bloody joke!

From what I can work out, I'm a seventeen year old boy (not sure.) It's hard yeno? Trying to fit in, stay out of trouble. I think I'm handling it all pretty good:-

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- "WHY CAN'T YOU SEE ME!" yells Jack at those in America with their business suits on. "I'm right here you know!?"

At that point, a young very pretty thinned waist girl walks right through him with a bonnet over her golden curly locks and bright red lipstick plastered onto her. Her dress was made of lace and it puffed out over the wire cage under her skirt. The colour was that of a baby blue giving her the childish, flirtatious look. She smiled, giggled and had some small talk with the men with cigars handing out their teeth.

"How...dare...you...walk...THROUGH ME!" Jack screams bursting a large snow attack on the rich. -

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Yep, I'm handling it all pretty good. Every night I stare up at the moon. Every night, I ask the same question.

"Why am I here?" I ask once again while resting in Denmark. Didn't need to rest but I wanted to. Screw everyone else. They want snow? They can freeze their own water.

No answer.

"Well...tell me what I'm suppose to do?"

No answer.

"How can I get people to see me!?"

No answer.

"I don't GET IT!" I scream at the moon. "WHY!? WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE YOU DID THAT DAY! YOU SAID I'M JACK FROST, RIGHT? WELL WHAT IS JACK FROST SUPPOSE TO DO!?"

The silence was unbearable. I've been living in it for so long you'd think I'd get use to it; but I don't. I'm sick of being ignored. I'm sick of not being talked too. I'm sick of people walking right through me without a care in the world! It's so rude! How can people be so rude? Like come on, I'M RIGHT HERE! Can't see me? WELL TRY HARDER FOR I'M STILL HERE!

As the hormones inside me explode, I go flying up north from Denmark to around Norway, Sweden and Finland. I still can't really catch to grips with my powers. Well, I know how to control them but do you know how hard it is to control something that's attached to your emotions. Do you remember when you were seventeen or if you are seventeen you should know what it's like controlling your feelings. You can't. They're literally scattered everywhere and what's worse about it, I'm stuck seventeen. So I will always be scattered everywhere.

With no control, I let everything take over me. As I fly in blind rage, a blizzard breaks out over Denmark. Not my fault...okay maybe it was. Anyway, I'm shooting through the sky without thinking twice. I let out a loud battle cry as I landed and threw my staff in front of me letting it smash the ground with a lot of force. Ice shots out from the bottom of the staff freezing everything and everyone in a five mile radius.

I fly up to see the damage I have done. Shrieks and screams pierce through the village as a massive storm cloud from behind me forms filled with ice and snow.

"RUN! SCREAM! IT WON'T HELP! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" I yell at them.

Doors slam and windows, shutters and curtains (only the rick have curtains) shut too. Streets are clear of children playing and adults marketing. They know the storm's coming and by the way I'm feeling and the way the clouds forming look, it's gonna be a bad one.

I'd feel sorry for these people getting the rough end of the stick but right now, if I'm honest, I couldn't care less about these people. Why should I? They don't care for me, how can they when the can't even see me?! They deserve this! The only thing that can prove I am here is my power! Kids take my powers for granted! They take joy in it and have fun while I'm still here proving my existence!

The hail pelted down first. The ice and snow just came together soon after. The snow thickened and thickened till the point it was thigh deep. It built up on the doors and even windows of the cottages in the village around the castle that stood mighty and tall. I guess I should hit that next.

The wind carried me like a floating snowflake, so gracefully. However, the way it carried everything else like the snow and ice, hard and strong blasts. I could only laugh at the site of people freezing all around. I stand on the top of the castle's tower and look up at the moon once more. This time round, I can sense a sad and angry aura surrounding the moon.

"What? You're angry? You're upset? Think how I feel!" I hissed up at it. "You brought it on yourself, not me!"

I got the best seat in the house and watched as the storm made its way through the village, approaching the castle painfully slow. I smiled, then laughed while kicking up my feet and letting my brown rag of a cape flap behind me.

It was beautiful. Just watching my own creation, my own feelings take form. Not to mention it made me feel great. It's nice getting it all out in the open- literally. Oh well, time to see what I can do.

It was then that I heard it.

"NOOO!" a high pitch screech tore through the night.

What was that?

I jump off the roof and float around a bit hearing the sobs louder and more clearer than ever. It sounded like a young girl. A young girl. How young? I don't know...a room with a warm fire glow to it came into view. The sounds of screaming and crying came through the window and a silhouette of a young lady came into view. She had a very fine figure and most definitely wasn't a child but she wasn't a woman either; just a simple young lady. Her hair was down in a plait which flew about from behind. Her dress was straight down and a nightdress no doubt.

I get closer and closer till I can make out the colour and her features in detail.

Her hair was of wisps of platinum blonde indeed tied in a pony-tail plait at the back, her eyes blue as ice, her skin white as snow with a very light dusting of freckles and a white night dress. She looked no older than eighteen but no younger than a fourteen. I was right that she wore a white nightgown. The small light dress kindly showed off some of her curves that one her age would possess. The way the white dress floated about and swirled around her with her pale complexion made her look more like a spirit that I do. Was she a ghost? It would make sense in many ways...is it possible for anyone to look that white? Is she albino? I think she might be albino.

For the many years that I have existed because of the moon, I found that I'm more or less able to control all powers but sometimes it can be dodgy especially with emotions however, there is one power that doesn't need emotions to control it and though I know the basics, I am not yet a master- flying.

I headed straight towards the young girl. Why can't I stop? I need to stop or I might crash into her...well, no I won't. I'll end up flying right through her and crashing into the wall which in my opinion, is much much worse.

"Stop! Conceal! Don't feel!" she stared right up at the sky.

Why was she saying this? I don't quite understand what's the point. Conceal, don't feel? What does that mean?

"STOP IT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" she yelled once more.

Is she talking to me? What? I don't understand. All I know is right now I'm heading straight towards her and I can't stop. I try to make my surface area greater towards by making myself spread my legs and arms vertical to the directions I'm heading towards instead of being straight and going horizontal. I need to slow down!

I didn't. I tried to pull myself back but no matter what I did, I kept heading straight towards her. Why can't I control the wind yet? Stupid teenage hormones taking over, snap out of it!

I couldn't.

I headed straight towards the girl. Her eyes super glued to the storm since it started, tears streamed down her face and glistened in her bedroom's light. Her mouth only partly open and her eyes blood shot red.

"Please...why can't I control the snow..." she complained.

I'll tell ya why, because I'm the one controlling the snow, not you! Is this girl not right in the head? It could explain everything!

Just that second, her eyes flickered away from the storm I created. They looked my way but not just that, her eyes met mine. She stared right at me, her vision borrows through mine. It was as if she could see me. That's impossible, no one can see me. She's most likely staring up at the sky behind me. Her eyes widened. She gasped. Her eyes did not move from mine. Is this real? She can't...can she?

A loud high pitch squeal escapes her lips and she stumbles back away from the window.

She can.

I can't think. I can't move. I can't...I just can't. This...how do I react? How? I don't...HOW!?

I snap out of it. I'm heading towards her. I'm going to land into her. That's when I realized. I won't only hit her, but I'll hit the wall to, dragging her with me. This isn't going to go well. She knows it and I know it. We both know it.

I let out a cry.

"AAAHHH!" I yelled.

"AAAHHH!" she screamed.

"AAAHHH!" we both squealed.

That's when it happened.

BANG!

My face went straight into her chest, my arms right past her back, my legs dragged in the air behind me. Her head goes flying forward while her back arches forward too and her legs are the same as mine. Her arms are flung forward too. Both our mouths clench at the collision of our bodies. Before I knew it, not only am I flying, but she is too.

BANG!

Her back, arms, head and legs hit the wall straight. Her eyes shut and her face morphs in pain. Mine joins her. My arms are around her waist, face still against her chest, my legs still dragging. Then, my legs swing forward and crash into hers. The pain rips through my body. Every muscle aches, my head the most. It stuns me. I can't move. The feeling's gone.

Okay, hi guys. Second chapter. This one's all about Jack's POV and in the past if you hadn't caught on already. This is his personality before he became the joker- he was a moody teenager. What do you expect? Frozen 17 year old and everyone's blanking you out, you're going to throw a fit sooner or later.

superpony55: Hey, no worries. I find it really hard to find time to look over it so if you find any mistakes, please tell me. I happily fixed it and I'm happy you helped. Thank-you :)

Hope you enjoy xxx

~ChibiNagisaSakura