Jack POV

My excitement couldn't be explained or contained. Today I woke up with an amazing feeling. Though I had never been seen, always been walked through, there was one thing that had kept me looking forward to waking up, even if just barely. E. Aster Bunny, aka the Easter Bunny himself was going to be coming around to hide his colorful eggs for the children to find, and I was going to talk to him. I was actually going to talk to my hero.

The sun was just peeking his golden mane above the horizon that seemed to far away, but I could already feel the tremors in the ground that I had been waiting for, that announces the arrival of the big rabbit I had been waiting for. A smile stretched across my pale face, frost blue eyes lighting up with pure excitement, pure joy. I leapt in the air and crowed in anticipation, and I ignored the twinge I felt on my arms. If all went well today, I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. If all went well, I would finally be able to tell someone and confess my problems. I'll finally be able to be free.

The more excited I grew, the more I could feel my powers reacting inside of me. All around, a light flurry was beginning to form, though nothing too crazy. I could see it now, the tall, furry bunny scampering about, leaving such carefully decorated eggs hidden just enough for the children to easily find and enjoy. The flurries began to pick up without me even noticing.

He was one town over, and would be in Burgess in a matter of minutes. I could feel my face flush with the anticipation of meeting my idol, my hero, my reason to love each day. Then I looked around. Snow drifts reached almost to my hips and the trees were covered in dangerously sharp icicles. I could feel dread creeping up and over my excitement, but I didn't know why until I turned around.

There, leaning up against a tree not twelve feet away, was the Easter Bunny, in the flesh and fur. Elated, I took a step forward, but taking one good look at his face I scampered back three. His usually soft features were twisted in a look of pure anger and pure hate, his eyes burning.

" 'ello mate. I've been lookin fer ya." He's been looking? For me?! "I wanted ta see ya for meself before I decide how angry I wanna be." He took a rather large stride forward, ending up inches from where I stood, confused. I could still feel my smile, frozen on my face, in fear or awe I couldn't tell.

"H-hello. My name is Jack Frost and I-"

"I know who ya are, ya bloody case of Frostbite," I flinched at the name, "And I know it was ya who ruined Easta for all the children. And look atcha! Still smiling about it are ya!? Ya make meh sick, ya know that?" He was spitting in my face, literally spitting with rage. The smile slipped from my lips as they started to quiver.

"M-my n-name is J-jack-" I tried again, thinking maybe if I started again I could explain what happened, but my efforts were cut off by a thick, furry paw cuffing me in the side of the head. I could feel myself flying, but not like I'm used to. Flying, and hitting the nearest tree with my side. I lay in the snow, groaning, not knowing whether to hold my head or my side. I could feel the vibrations in the snow as he walked closer, and I clench my eyes tight. This must be a bad dream.

Please let this be a bad dream.

But no, I knew that the second me grasped my throat and held me up against a tree, seemingly oblivious to my squirming and struggling. My eyes grew wide in fear as he brought his face closer, and without my permission, tears began to flow freely down my whitening cheeks.

I bring my hands up, trying to pry his paws away from my neck, to pry this nightmare away so I can wake up. In my struggle I didn't notice my sleeves slip down, no, but the rabbit did. And although I couldn't see it, his eyes grew wide and fearful. Fearful, not of me, but what was hidden beneath blue sleeves.

Bunny POV

I'd had seen this several times, and it never got easier. As the Guardian of hope, it hurt me right to the core to see someone who has lost hope. Gazing down at the wrists of the boy struggling to escape, covered in scars, I knew this child had lost his hope long ago. Scars of all shapes and sizes, scars so abundant he couldn't see any clear skin. Scars so fresh that the struggling had opened them up again. A pitiful, shaking voice brought me from my haze.

"P-please….let me go…please." I was suddenly horrified. I dropped the boy, who spent no time dawdling as he ran away as fast as he could, sometimes using his hands to get a boost as he tripped in his fear. What the boy didn't notice was a piece of paper falling from the jacket's pocket. I did, though. With a shaking paw I reached down to retrieve it from the snow. The paper was new, but it was obvious he had opened, closed and folded it several times. Even without opening it, I could tell the lad had crossed several words out with great gusto. I opened it, fearing what could be within.

Dear Easter Bunny,

My name is Jack Frost and all though I am eternally 17, I have been "alive" for about 250 years. Alone. No one believes in me. Not a single person in any village around the world believes in Jack Frost. Whenever I visit a town to bring them winter, they all walk right through me, as if I'm not there. The pain I feel burns through my whole being and it's hard to keep going. The only person to ever talk to me was the Man in the Moon, on the night I came out of my lake, and I have been alone ever since. Not one person has spoken a single word to me in 250 years. The worst part is, sometimes I forget I even exist, like I just made myself up, if that makes any sense. I found a way to remind myself that I'm real, that I exist, but it's bad. It hurts, but really it helps. I've heard of humans who go through the same things as I do, but it's not the same for me. Cutting into my wrist to feel the pain, to feel real, is different for someone who can't die. Someone who desperately wants it all to end but cannot for the life of them kill themselves. This is where you come in, Bunny. You're my hero, as weird as it sounds. You run around, spreading hope and joy to all the children of the world. I've seen the eggs you paint, and they're beautiful. I hate to admit it but I may have taken two or three over the years. Right now, as I'm writing this, its three days until Easter, and I've decided I'd finally talk to you. I'm hoping that I can tell you about my problem because I don't want to feel this way anymore. I don't want to cut myself and feel alone anymore. I can understand if you don't have the time, but if my idol could just listen, it would make everything better.

Yours in spirit,

Jack Frost

I could feel myself drop to my knees and howl at the sky. He was just a child, and I was his hero, his idol. And I crushed him. I threw him against a tree and broke his spirit. I tucked the note back in my pack and went to hide the rest of m eggs with a heavy heart. As I exited the forest, I heart an animal howl so heartbreakingly, I wanted to lie down and die myself.

Little did I know that if I listened just a little closer I could've saved him.

Jack's POV

I ran. I couldn't even fly. I just ran as fast as I could. Tears were blurring my vision and I could feel branches ripping into my skin, my throat going raw with the scream that seemed to be jumping from my mouth, but I didn't care. I jus cared about getting away. When I couldn't run anymore, my legs gave out from under me. I curled up in a space between some roots of a tree and cried out, feeling the rejection like a stake through the chest. I used my powers to sculpt something I've made hundreds of time.

It was an ice knife with a sculpted handle held firmly in my hand. Without hesitation, I cut. Deep and long, just trying to drown out the feeling in my chest.

"You were supposed to help me!" I screamed to the sky and I swung the knife down, again and again, "You were supposed to be my hero. You were supposed TO SAVE ME!" My screams faltered down to whimpers as the knife slipped from my red coated hand. Everything was coated in red. The snow, the hoodie, even the sky seemed tinged red.

My last thought before I passed out from blood loss what that I hoped I never woke up again.

Bunny POV – 50 years later

The Man in the Moon had told us that Jack Frost was to be the newest Guardian. At first I couldn't remember why the name was so familiar, or why I wanted to cry, but when I saw him in that alleyway, two yetis at my back, I remembered.

"Jack Frost. Been a while, mate. Blizzard of '68 wasn't it?" Why? Why would I say that!? I could see the look of hurt before the tangible wall went up, blocking his feeling from me. Before He could say anything, the yetis sacked him and threw him through the portal.

I've made the biggest mistake of my life.

I'm going to end it there. I might make a sequel where they duke it out and become friends, but I don't know. This was my first RoTG fanfic so I hope it didn't suck too badly. I actually don't know what else to say, which is weird seeing how my Author's Notes are usually crazy long….. Ah well

Until Next time

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