It was February...Still no snow
You'd completely given up hope this year.
You'd been praying for snow ever since November. The glimmer of hope cast by weatherman's prophecies promising snow glory had all but melted away, saying you were pissed off was an understatement!
To be honest, there was no real reason why winter was your favorite season, even though your mother never let you out in the snow, it just...was...Most other kids your age loathed it, and just complained when it either wiped the makeup off their face which had been reduced to something of close resemblance to that of a children's colouring book or when it soaked their clothes through and gave them a cold...It was their fault for being such dumbasses and wearing barely any clothes and stupid converse shoes in the depths of winter.
But then, you'd always been different from other kids...you had no idea why when you were younger, but you had sussed it out now...
When you first started school you'd over-hear stories of children loosing teeth and receiving gifts the next day from some sort of fairy, it sounded like such a splendid, magical and wonderful idea. However, when you lost your first baby tooth and showed it to your mother and begged her to let you put it under your pillow, just as the other kids had said, she never once allowed it, no matter how much you begged, and with that she'd snach it off you and place it somewhere else out of your reach.
Around March-April, children where talking about a celebration called 'Easter', where a rabbit will hide strangely coloured eggs for you to find. You asked your mum to take you to one of the egg-hunts happening in your area. Another 'No'.
And when into the month of December, when your classroom was alive with expectation and joy with children excitedly awaiting the delivery of presents on the 25th of December from a large man, referred to as 'Santa'...This was also, never celebrated at your house...
This hurt your feelings a bit, But she told you that your father, who had left you when you were very young, never celebrated such ridiculous things. You just wanted to be like the other kids. You even asked your teacher why:
"Mummy doesn't celebrate Easter or Christmas"
she told you that mother probably didn't celebrate these things because of her religion...But...Your mother had no specific religion, neither did you...
It stressed you out, the other kids began to torment and tease you for being so boring and weird and there was nothing you could do to stop it...soon, you had no friends.
And this was how the rest of your life was spent.
But now you knew why nothing was celebrated in your house, why you had to go through so many years of your life suffering, why there was no joy in your life,ever...Because your father
Was Pitch Black...
Your had told yourself over and over again that this was stupid, as had your mother...But around the start of your teenage years, he began to visit you in your dreams, and told you so himself. And now you were sure of it...Because now, when you looked in the mirror, it was like looking at him...maybe it was, maybe he was tormenting you, but your once (h/c) hair was now a charcoal black...Just like his.
However, you refused to let your favorite season pass by once more without experiencing it for yourself!
You planned to just head out, regardless of your mother did or said, You were old enough to make your own decisions!...But...There was no snow or even the tiniest bit of frost to encourage you to break out of the cell of a house you lived in, It had only rained this winter...everywhere across (country name) had like a foot of snow, it was just this stupid area that hadn't got any this year!
You just sulked in your bed, looking out of the window occasionally, you hoped to see snow each time you glanced to the dull, grey sky that was depressingly suspended above you, it was pathetic. You listened to music while you read an old book of your's with tales of mythical beings like the ones you yearned to meet, you found it in a gutter coming home from school one day. While all the other kids had stopped believing with the thoughts of their parents carrying out these tasks, you didn't know any better, and continued to read about them and faithfully await them each year even though they never came.
You were determined to never stop believing because you knew your father would be furious, just the idea of him, flipping tables and throwing things in every direction, was pretty much what got you through a day!
You were almost finished reading your book of fables when you approached a page about a certain 'Jack Frost', he was by far your most favorite!
The bringer of winter, the creator of snow...The Guardian of fun himself-
The hell was that?!
You looked out you window...Nothing...
"ALRIGHT THAT'S FUCKING IT-!"
You stopped your blatant ranting as you looked out your window only to be met with piercing blue pools of ice staring back at you in confusion.
"Hey...Aren't you going out?"
You just stood there, awestruck.
"Jack Frost", you breathed.
Check yes Juliet, are you with me?
Rain is falling down on the sidewalk,
I won't go, until you come Outside!