~~~CREATIVE SPARK~~~ (A Jack Frost x Reader)

Chapter Two

'This is a thought'
"This is someone speaking"
(e/c) is your eye color


!!WARNING: DEPICTIONS OF BLOOD, INJURIES AND SEWING A WOUND. IT'S PRETTY DESCRIPTIVE. ALSO I DON'T KNOW JACK SHIT ABOUT FIRST AID OR ANYTHING MEDICAL, IT'S PROBABLY NOT ACCURATE.!!
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Later that night,
Your POV:

     'Well that date was shit. He didn't even pay! I had to pay the stupid bill, and of course the douche got one of the most expensive things on the menu. Curse my fear of confrontation, I should have told him to go fu-'

     My thoughts were cut off by a loud car horn, and headlights passing by me. I just went on the shittiest coffee date I think to ever exist. The entire time my coworker, John, was talking about his opinions on politics that I didn't agree with nor really cared about. And when I tried to change the subject or talk he would interrupt me or cut me off! He even had the audacity to talk to me about his views on women, and straight up talked about them like objects or maids to do his dirty work! I quickly escaped after that, said I was "Going to the restroom". I'll deal with him another time. I'm close to quitting my job anyways, Wendy's is not that worth it.

     Now, I'm walking home by myself, at ungodly hours of night. What time is it anyway? Like 1 am? The walk from the café is pretty long, John at least had the decency to pick me up from my house to take me there. The café was nice, and I might even go back, but not anytime soon. I wrap my coat closer to my body in an attempt to keep some warmth. I definitely should have dressed warmer, it's fucking freezing outside!

'Aww my street light got all jacked up!'

     As I'm walking, I see the old streetlight in front of my tiny house completely bent down and forward. How the hell did that even happen? What could have done that? It doesn't look like a car hit it, it's like something grabbed the light and pulled it downward. The arm extending off the top of the pole that actually holds the light bulb at the end is nearly torn off from the force. I quickly survey my surroundings to see what may have caused it.

     To my right, I see the empty alleyway in between my house and another building. There's not much, just a large green dumpster with some graffiti on it. It's too dark to see anything else down there, and I'm not about to go check. Then there's my house. It's a faded light blue, with a white porch and roof. The paint is visibly peeling off in many places, and some wood is exposed. My house stands out like a flamingo in a chicken coop, because it's a ranch style house in the middle of a more modern town.

     While the town has more modern buildings, it doesn't make it any less sketchy or run down. Many creepy and old people live here, and anyone else who can't afford a decent house. Most of the time you'll see the homeless asking for money or huddling around fire-lit barrels. This town wasn't nice (or safe really) but it's all I got. My parents kicked me out as soon as I turned 18, and I have been living here ever since. It was my Grandmother's before she passed, she was too stubborn to ever let the city bulldoze it to build. Boy, am I glad though, I never even knew it was passed down to me until my grandpa told me it was in her will. He moved out shortly after she passed. And shortly after that I was kicked out.

     I was really close to my grandparents, they took care of me when my parents wouldn't, (which was most of the time. They basically raised me.) and I would visit them any chance I could get. I was especially close to my Grandma, she taught me how to do many things, like cooking and folding clothes, but we really bonded over art. We both had a strong talent for it, and she told me often it would get me far in life. I was never really able to use my creativity though, I was too stuck in trying to survive and finding jobs with a good enough pay to do so. I still doodle when I can, and I'm planning to sell some of my old paintings soon. I need to get out of this house, I'm still going to keep it of course, but it's not safe to live here anymore. I've already had 2 break-ins while I've been gone at work.

     To my left, I see a lump of clothes in the middle of the road. Oh wait shit- that's a body.