Yeah I'm Smiling, But On The Inside I'm Dying (Jack Frost, Rise Of The Guardians FanFic)

Who's Gonna Be Her Solider?

*+*Delilah's PoV*+*

I ran.

And ran.

Back through the forest and away from Jack.



I was shocked to say the least. I had always heard of stories of "the legendary Jack Frost", but I had been forced to not believe, thanks to my 'parents'. I didn't know what was worse, the fact that he's actually real or that he was there the whole time. My plan was ruined!

Stumbling a few times, I managed to make it out of the woods and onto the streets. The streets were empty now and sky was dusted pink and orange that faded into night-black. A picture perfect scene.

I listened closely for footsteps, pleading to myself that Jack didn't follow me. I couldn't hear anything but rushing wind and the constant slaps of my converse on the cold cement. Rounding the corner of my street, I slowed to a walk and stared up to the one thing that makes me genuinely smile - the moon.

"Hey Manny." I called to him softly.

It seemed as if the moon glowed just that little bit more after I spoke to him, but I must've been imagining it, so I brushed it off with a giggle. I called him Manny, because of the stories I've read about 'The Man In The Moon' and I thought of a nickname for him.

I continued to walk quickly to my house and hum a tune, completely forgetting about the plan failure, and completely forgetting about Jack.

I reached the old wooden house and climbed the creaky stairs to the porch. I didn't dare knock on that old red door. No way in hell! Instead I creeped around the side of the house and found the kitchen window unlocked and open. I looked into the dim room and saw no one, so I dragged my body through the small window space before turning and closing it. I climbed down from the greasy stained counter top and tip toed to the stairs.

I passed the living room on the way and saw my adoptive mother on the couch with what I'm guessing was her Wednesday night's whore, so I quietly ran up the stairs knowing that she would be too consumed in the bulge in the man's pants to realise that I just snuck in. I was actually glad to see the man there, that meant I had at least half and hour before my adoptive father came home, so the whore could leave without being noticed. Then...all hell would break loose...

I quietly ran into the attic - also known as my bedroom - and closed what remained of the broken door before running to my window. 'Father' made sure to board it up with old wood so I couldn't see out and nothing could see in, but over time I had filed the edges down so I could see out onto the street and into the sky. I loved seeing the night sky, mostly because of the moon.

It gave me hope.

I sat there in my bare room, hugging my only non-clothing possession - my old and tattered pillow - as my tears silently fell down my cheeks. I stared up at the moon and sang, awaiting my imminent doom - the wrath of father...

*+*Jack's PoV*+*

I flew after her, using the wind to take me high above her, where she couldn't see me. But man she could run, I'll give her that!

When we reached the streets, I saw she slowed to a walk and stared up into the sky with a smile, although this smile was different...hopeful? Relieved? I quickly moved out of sight, still following her though.

"Hey Manny." She softly called while looking up to the night sky towards...the moon...

'How does she know about Man In The Moon?' I thought to myself, glancing up to the Moon, just to see it glowing brighter.

She giggled and kept on walking.

What?! This girl is much more special than I thought, especially if Manny glows to her!

After I was done staring questionably at the Moon, I looked down only to find Delilah had disappeared.

"Aw come on!" I groaned before yelling at the Moon, "For once, give me a hint! Help me!"

Nothing...

"Help me to help her!" I called.

This time Manny actually said something! After 300 years, he talks!

"Listen..."

That was all he said, and I was about to yell at him again, until I heard a soft, sweet, familiar voice. I followed my ears as I listened to the angelic voice sing, arriving at a pretty beat up house just as I saw some old man storm in the front door.

"I lay alone awake at night.
Sorrow fills my eyes,
But I'm not strong enough to cry,
Despite of my disguise.
I'm left with no shoulder,
But everybody wants to lean on me.
I guess I'm their soldier.
But who's gonna be mine?" She sang.

I was now up near the top window. I saw through the wooden planks a pair of dreamy purple eyes outlined in black charcoal, staring adorably up into the sky.

Delilah...

She was about to continue singing, when the busted-up door flew open, revealing the old man, and let me tell you, he did not look happy. His stubble-like grey hair spiked up on his head and had a permanent frown plastered to his face. His navy blue jumpsuit - which I'm guessing was his work uniform - was covered in grease and dirt, and his brown boots would hit the floor with a loud 'stomp' every time he moved his feet. Delilah stopped singing and ran to the corner of the empty room whimpering.

Something's not right...

"WHERE DID YOU PUT IT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He yelled at her with a booming voice.

"I-I don't know wh-what you're talking about f-father." She murmured.

FATHER?!

"MY FUCKING POCKET KNIFE! I WAS ABOUT TO RIP THE SLUT AND HER WHORE'S HEAD OFF, BUT I NEED MY FUCKING KNIFE BACK YOU THIEVING HOE!"

To say the least, I was beyond shocked - I was frozen in the air. At that point, I was thinking this was the first time something like that had happened and it was just going to be him yelling at her, but when I looked back at Delilah, I knew this wasn't a one-off thing...and it definitely wasn't even close to the worst...

"I...I lost it father. I was playing with my friends at the park this afternoon when a group of men came up to us and I-" she started off telling a lie with black stained tears running down her pale cheeks.

"LIES!" The man yelled. He stormed over to her and grasped her throat with a grimy masculine hand, pushing her up to the wall so he could scare her with his creepy words. "For starters, you don't have any friends," he sneered and snickered at her, "and the park had no one in it this afternoon."

"B-But I-"

"SHUT UP!" He screamed in front of her before slapping her clean across the face, making me angrier by the second, yet something inside me told me to wait.

I watched him throw Delilah across the room, causing her to smash up against the wooden boards across the window. The look in her eyes was one of sadness, pain, helplessness, and...hope? I don't know about the last one, but when she glanced up to the sky, she kept whispering. "It's ok Manny. I'm fine." When you could see she really wasn't. I stole a quick glance at the moon and saw it had grown darker, the opposite of earlier when it glowed as she called to him in the street. It was as if Manny was mourning or on the verge of tears.

'What's so amazingly special about her for Manny? He doesn't do this for anyone else.' I thought before I saw the man grab Delilah's hair and drag her into the darker parts of her room.

I held my staff up to the wooden boards on the window, ready to blast them off and help Delilah, when again the Moon spoke to me. "Do not interfere."

"You expect me to sit here and watch this happen to her?!" I hissed back at him.

"Do not interfere, until I say." MiM commanded me. Yeah, he commanded me!

So I continued to watch Delilah - the happy girl who cared for everyone and everything more than herself - get beaten and abused for something she didn't do. Then it dawned on me...

I was the one who threw away the knife...

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Hey guys, I know it's been awhile, I've just had some pretty upsetting stuff go on. But I'm going to be better and update more often now. If there's anything you need or want, lemme know, ok? ^-^

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