When you woke again, you were huddled in a corner of that odd stone place again. You were trembling and tears were running down you face in large clumps.
“Ah, princess, welcome to my home.” The man was there again: the Boogieman.
He smiled at you, shadows licking around his figure. “Are you ready to help me? Good, now we go!” The shadows reached out toward you and wrapped around your body.
You tried to scream, but it was smothered by the thick shadows.
No, please, no…
Your mind flashed back to the dream you had before all of this happened, the day before you met Jack again, when you had first met the man before you.
“Now, away we go!” And the shadows crashed around you, every direction turning every other way. Your senses were off, and it felt like you were floating in a dark nothingness.
When the darkness disappeared, you found yourself in the man’s arms. That wasn’t the thing that made you scream, it was the face that the man was standing at an angle on a large globe.
His laughter spread throughout the large room, when a voice called out.
“Pitch! Why are you here?” The voice was heavy and thick with an accent. Russian, you guessed, but your mind was busy trying to keep yourself from falling out of the man’s grasp to the floor far below.
“North, so good to see you, is Jack here? I would guess from the cool temperature!” The man laughed again, digging his nails into your side. You whimpered and he laughed more.
“Pitch, what do you want? I’ve beat you before and I can do it again!” It was Jack, calling from below, near the first man that had spoken.
“Well, I just wanted to tell you that we’re even now. You took my chance at ruling a world of nightmares, so I took something special to you!” Pitch, you guessed was his name from the multiple uses of it, smiled at Jack.
“What? What could you have of mine that would make us even?” Pitch laughed again, more wildly this time.
“How about your princess?”
“My what?” Pitch laughed once more, and swung you out over the edge of the globe. Another scream erupted from your mouth.
“(f/n)... (f/n)!” Jack yelled from below as Pitch’s grip slowly released from you waist.
“Let go of me! You jerk!” You elbowed Pitch in the stomach as hard as you could, causing him to gasp.
“Goodbye.” His voice was raspy, like he couldn’t catch his breath, then his grip disappeared completely. You plummeted straight down, a scream caught in your throat.
Cold hands caught you as you watched Pitch disappear into shadows with a scowl on his face.
“(f/n), it’s okay, I got ya.” You didn’t realize that Jack had caught you until his feet touched the ground. “Hey, it’s alright, you can stop crying…”
You touched your face and realized that the tears were unblocked as they poured out of your eyes. You clenched his jacket and pressed your face into his neck, trembling uncontrollably.
“North, what do we do?” it was a woman’s voice, but higher in tone.
“Take her to the infirmary, have Sandy watch her for a little while. She seems to have Pitch’s dark sand within her, and we need to get it out.” You felt yourself being moved, but paid no attention.
You were trying to fight a nightmare that was invading your mind.
Before you knew it, you had been laid down, and someone was touching your head gently.
“I know Sandy, but please try to help her…” Jack spoke, but no reply was heard.
“Okay, I’m going to go talk to North, I’ll be back later to take her home.” Again, no reply to Jack’s voice.
The nightmare danced in your head, but seemed to be beaten back by a golden glow surrounding your mind. It covered you like a blanket, leaving trails of warmth within every nook and cranny of you mind. It was soothing, and lulled you into a deep sleep.
You woke up back in your own bed, surrounded by your large blanket.
“Ugh, what happened?” It came out as a whisper, but a voice answered it.
“Oh, nothing much… I’m just glad you’re awake, (f/n).” Jack was sitting at your desk, swiveling on your chair.
“Jack… was that all real, everything that happened?” His face went dark and a gloom seemed to wash over him.
“I’m sorry for leaving you… I was stupid, I knew Pitch was back but I didn’t believe… I’m sorry.” He smiled at you, sweetly, but with an undertone of worry.
You looked at your alarm and saw it was only about five o’clock.
“How long was I gone?” Jack looked surprised.
“You don’t know?” You shook your head. “It’s been about three days since you got… and you’ve been sleeping for about thirteen hours. Sandy has some skill.”
You were shocked, how had your mom not noticed? You jumped out of bead and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
Your phone was on the counter where you forgot it before Pitch got to you.
No missed calls and only one text from your mom.
Hey honey, I have to go see your cousin out of state, I’ll be back later this week. I love you, be good.
You checked when you had received the text; it was from two days ago, so you thought you’d be fine when she did get back.
“Hey, you okay, (f/n)?” You jumped at his voice. You stared at him for a few seconds before speaking.
“C-can you go… please? I just want to be alone for a while…” Jack reached for you and you shrugged him away.
“Wha… well then, okay. Maybe I can see you tomorrow?” Jack spoke with a small smile.
You didn’t look at him as you shook your head.
“…when then?” He sounded sad, and lonely.
“I don’t know… just a while.” Jack sighed and nodded. You walked him to the door and watched him walk out.
“Some other time, then?” You gave a tight smile and nodded.
“Bye, (f/n).” Without warning, he grabbed your chin and kissed you square on the mouth. You froze in shock at first, and then slowly sank into the kiss. But before you could do anything about it, Jack disappeared into the wind.