Jack Frost X Reader"Jack Frost?""Yeah Jack Frost!" Your little brother, Kyle, said, "He was there! he was wearing a blue sweater and brown torn pants and he had a staff and-and-and he had white hair and blue eyes and-""Ok! Ok! I believe you, alright? Now can you just go do something else, instead of bugging me?" You asked.You watch as Kyle runs away, almost tripping on his own two feet. You sigh and close your bedroom door. You walk over to your desk chair and push it over to the window."Jack Frost?" You say to yourself as you sit in the chair and prop your feet up against the cold window, "he's just a legend, like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Kyle's just probably letting his imagination take over.""Is that so?"You jump at the sound of the voice. You slowly turn your head around to see behind you. You see the teenager boy sit cross legged on your bed. He had white hair, icy blue eyes, blue sweater, brown torn pants and a staff."Jack Frost," you whispered as you stared at him."The one and only
Getting WorseI pick up the blade,And set it on my wrist,The world starts to fade,When I know I can't resist.That's just the start,And it doesn't stop there,It breaks my heart,As I find out you care.But the things get worse,I start hitting my head,Until it hurts,And I fall on my bed.My head hits the wall,Once more,Then I fall,To the floor.Air chokes my breath,As I struggle to move,It smells like death,And I start to sooth.I'm sorry I did this,It's my weakness,You are what I'm going to miss,When I go into darkness.