They're not My Nightmares, Part 4Darkness.More Like This
It is cold. It is dark.
And Jack Frost is terrified.
For the first time in centuries the cold is piercing and painful. He cannot breath. His eyes open in the frigid depths of the water, and he fights his way to the surface. He gasps for air to fill his burning lungs when he reaches the top.
“Jack!” a small frail voice calls out, “Jack, help me, I’m scared!”
Jack looks around franticly and finally, over the choppy waves of the sea that seems to go on and on forever in every direction (including down) Jack sees a little girl with chestnut hair and enormous terrified eyes struggling to keep her head above the violent swell.
“Emma!” he cries out. He paddles and paddles towards her, desperate to reach her before she is pulled down to her death. He swims as hard as he can but no matter how hard he swims, the girl seems to drift farther and farther away from him.
“Jack!” the girl cries again