Still Here (Shift Contest story)

    Still here

    It’s been continuous, every night, but never the same story. These dreams have to be something special, like they mean something, I’m certain of that. It may be crazy but every night when I sleep, he visits me, I swear it. But when I wake up, he disappears and it almost drives me mad…

    Jack slowly woke from yet another dream, this one almost as vivid as the memory of the shift jumping through the portal to fight off his uncle. That memory made shivers go down Jack’s spine, making him cringe and freeze up before relaxing slowly. He hated the memory with a burning passion, because that was when he lost him… But now, the shifter was visiting him in his dreams and that lifted his spirits a little but not as much as he expected it too. It seemed he was too far in grief and there was no recovery for this level of it.

    His dreams had a wicked way of taunting him with the shifter’s face, laughing at him and teasing him harshly. Although they were happy dreams, it always manage to make Jack upset when he woke. And he had to wait until the next evening to see the other boy’s face again.

    The winter spirit let out a sigh and slowly stood, wobbling slightly before he regained his balance. Recently, Jack been a little distant and out of it. Though how could he not? He had lost his first believer, whom stopped believing in him on his 23rd birthday..

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    Snow fluttered down to the ground on the beautiful winter evening and Jack was making his way towards Jamie’s place, happy as could be really. As he neared, he could hear laughter and merriment inside and his excitement only rose. As he flew in through the window though, he was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol and drunken murmurs. The winter spirit blinked in confusion and concern before going to search for Jamie, calling his name and making his way through people. When he finally found him, he was in the kitchen with a bottle of beer in his hand, laughing and slurring his words as he talked to Monty who was beside him. Jack smiled and walked over to him, thinking that he hadn’t seen him yet.

    “Happy birthday, Ja-” he was cut off when the boy stood up and walked right through him, making him gasp and stumble back slightly and place a hand on his chest. The white haired boy let out a shaky breath before turning and watching the boy walk away, his eyes wide as tears slowly began to form in his eyes. He thought that this would never happen… but it did, it just did and it broke the winter spirit’s heart. The boy sniffled and suddenly felt out of place, quickly flying out of the house and away from the town quickly. Tears streamed down his face, flying off his cheeks as he darted through the evening air….

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    So now, a few years later, all he had now was his dreams and his memories of the shifter. Jack refused to remember anything that he did with Jamie, because if he did then it would make him start to cry. The dreams provided him with comfort, more than anything could at that moment.

    In his most recent dream, the two boys were walking around the North pole, joking around and having a good time. It was so life like that Jack swore that it actually happened… he just didn’t know when…

    A few months later….

    Everyday I can’t wait for evening to come, because that’s when I get to see him, and it fills me with joy. I want to try and get to him, even if I have to do something drastic… I can’t be here with only dreams providing me with happiness…

    As night fell, the winter spirit lied in his tree house, staring at the ceiling with a lingering smile on his face. He had everything planned out to the second, and he’d be damned if it didn’t work. Lately, he had grown so accustomed to the dreams that he had convinced himself that that was reality and he was dreaming at this very moment. And tonight, he planned to finally wake himself up.

    A few hours ago, he had broken his staff in half just like Pitch had done so many years in the past. Right when he was about to fall asleep, he’d stab himself, and wake himself up. Then finally see the shifter again in person after so many taunting nights of dreams and visits.

    The winter spirit’s blue eyes began to become hazy with sleep, and happiness filled them as he clutched one half of his staff near his stomach. Jack closed his eyes and brought the sharp branch over his head before a hand stopped him from going back down. His eyes shot open to see Sandy there floating next to his bed.

    “What are you doing Sandy?! Let my arms go!” he growled, glaring at the golden man with anger. Sandy shook his head quickly and yanked the branch from his hand and picked up the other half of his staff. Jack’s eyes widened and he jumped out of bed, glaring hatred at the sandman.

    “Sandy give them back. Now” he hissed but only got a shake of the head from the dream giver. Then before he could say anything else, the guardian quickly flew out of the tree house, leaving the winter spirit frozen on his bed. Jack shuddered before tears started to fall from his cheeks, his breathing increasing as he watched the golden spirit fly away quickly.

    “GET BACK HERE, SANDY!!” he screamed, his eyes producing more and more tears before he finally lost sight of the other spirit. The white haired spirit let out a sob, shaking slightly as he slumped down on his bed, covering his face with his hands. As the night dragged on, the tears kept coming until sleep finally overtook him and the dreams continued…

    I hate them, hate them all… They stole him from me… and the stupid moon was there ringleader. He took him away from me… and took my one chance of getting back to him… I hate them all…

    Jack no longer left his tree house after that, staring at the wall and occasionally talking to himself. The winter spirit often cried as well as scream at no one in particular. The spirit was starting to lose it and the fact that he wasn’t able to sleep most of the time made it even worse. And when he did sleep, it seemed that the shifter was slowly starting to fade away from him like he was leaving him.

    “Please don’t leave” he whispered to himself, tears running down his face as he stared at the wall across from him. “Please come back and visit me…. I can’t live any longer if you don’t…” he whispered, even though he never got a response. But this time…

    “Jack……..” whispered a voice, his voice. The sudden sound made Jack jump to his feet, “Hello?” he called, looking everywhere to maybe find who said his name.

    “Jack….” said his voice again but it seemed to be getting softer. This struck Jack with panic,

    “Wait, come back, don’t go!!” he called, jumping down his tree just in time to see a silver mane go through the trees.

    “Jack, where are you….?” the voice called. The winter spirit let out a gasp and started to chase after it.

    “Wait!! I’m right here, come back!!” he called, running through the trees and sometimes tripping but eventually, after what felt like forever he finally caught up to the shifter.

    The shifter had led him to his pond and was now standing across the frozen water, looking at him with a ghostly appearance to him.  Jack let out a joyous laugh and ran over to him, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging the deer tightly.

    “You’re here!! You’re back!!” he cried, smiling widely in joy and happiness. “You’re back…” he sniffled, tears running down his face as he hid his face in his shoulder. His tears blurred his eyes as he hugged the deer before looking up at his face, expecting to see his green eyes and a smile on his face. Instead he saw dull yellow eyes and a horse like face. He blinked in confusion before…

    SHHHHHHHINNNNK!!!

    Jack was frozen for a moment before he slowly looked down to see the blade of a scythe penetrating his stomach and chest. Laughter filled his ears as blood started to drip from his mouth. The winter spirit shuddered and looked up at the animal that he thought was his beloved shifter.

    “Mori?” he whispered, tears running down his face as he slowly fell to his knees as the blade was ripped out of his body. He sniffled and coughed up more red, his vision slowly going hazy as he looked up at the animal. The last thing he saw was the eyes of a nightmare peering down at him and everything went black…

This took me like forever to write. Just hope you guys like it, and if you squint, you can see just alittle gay in how Jack acts. But mostly insanity and craziness.  

LivingAliveCreator
Pitch, Jack, and Sandy belong to DreamWorks.
Artwork and story belong to me

I listened to Still Here by Digital Daggers. Listen to it while you read this

Enjoy~ 

*leaves tissues*