Frostbite

Frostbite: Dark Thoughts

Dean's pov

It has been a day since I saw Death pull away Skye into the deepness of the dark forest.

"What do you mean by we can't save her?" I ask the witch as she sits down on her old blue couch.

I drove all the way to her house in the middle of the woods in order to ask her for help, just so that she can tell me that there is nothing that can be done and to give up. 

She sighs as she sets down her cup of tea. "Look, Death is no laughing matter. It's a spirit that was made from pure darkness. If it took her she is most likely on verge of death or more likely already dead."

"Well can't I see her through that place where you took me yesterday?" I ask as I look at her with pleading eyes.

"Why are you so worried about her? She's a mere stranger. My guess is that she doesn't even know your name since she didn't say it at least once when we saw her yesterday." she says as she crosses her arms.

"Dude, we got your call," Noah says as he enters the witch's house with Cleo behind him.

"The door was open so we let ourselves in," says Cleo as she points at the open door.

The witch just nods her head as she looks at her cup of tea with a troubled expression. "I can guide you to that realm but I won't be going with you," she says as she looks at me. "No matter what happens to you I won't be held responsible."

I release a long breath that I didn't know I was holding and smile. "It's fine. I'm still going."

Ben's pov

Scarlett left as soon as she could in the morning after we discovered the mark on my right arm because her mother had called her.

"What exactly have you found?" I hear Alpha Stephen say as I look for something to eat in the fridge.

"I still haven't found the child." says the voice of a man that I don't recognize.

"You need to hand over this quest to someone else Geovani. You need to spend more time with your family," says Alpha Stephen with a tired tone in his voice.

"You don't understand. It was my fault, to begin with, so I must be the one to fix this." the other man says as he breathes heavily.

Trying to ignore the two men I continue to look for anything to eat in the fridge but the only appetizing thing is a half-cut cake that was left there two days ago. "Well, why not?" I say to myself as I cut a slice of the cake and begin to eat it.

Lately, I haven't been putting on my glasses since Scarlett told me that I looked better without them.

Not that I needed them in the first place.

Even Skye had told me to stop wearing them because according to her I looked pathetic.

'it's not because you are wearing glasses but because you are wearing glasses when you don't need them, that's why you look pathetic.' she would always say whenever she would try to convince me to stop wearing them.

I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room where the two men are discussing their problems.

The moment I walk inside I feel this tension as they both look at me. I grab onto the plate tightly as I try to not look nervous in front of them.

I'm currently wearing no shirt and I'm eating a piece of cake for breakfast in front of a guest. More importantly, in front of the Alphas guest.

The old man stares at me and then he gets up quickly as his eyes land on my right arm.

"Stephen, that's..." he says as he points at my arm.

"Yeah... You're right." Alpha Stephen says as he stands up. "Ben, will you please sit down? We need to speak to you."

I drop my fork on the plate as I begin to panic.

'What did I get myself into?'

Skye's pov

The darkness has always been in my opinion bitter and sweet at the same time.

It is bitter because it doesn't allow you to see anything besides the pitch-black darkness. it allows you to overthink about your problems and it slowly leaves you all alone with your thoughts, and sometimes those thoughts are like demons inside you and they begin to eat you up the more that you pay attention to them. 

It is sweet because it allows you to be in a quiet place on your own and it leads your mind into thinking about who you are in order for you to not lose sight of the road that you are taking.

I open my eyes and all I see are trees, trees everywhere.

They don't move and it begins to scare me.

The only thing that I have truly been afraid of is of being alone and the silence in this place doesn't help me at all. It seems as if I am the only one here and it frightens me.

I try to move forward but my leg is chained down to the floor along with my left hand.

I try to tug on the chains but they don't budge.

'What did I ever do to deserve this?'

I fall on my knees and begin to let out the tears that have been building up inside of me all of these years.

Throughout all of my life, I have always been the responsible one. The one to know when someone is lying or if their intentions are evil.

Although I have always done everything in my power to warn Ben he would never listen to me.

Even now he's probably smiling at his beautiful mate while I'm here chained up the ground by some dark creature.

I lay down on the ground and observe the trees and the grass. Not one single leaf moves.

It's not fair, the fact that I always have to go through the painful moments on my own as he enjoys the beauty of life with his gullible mind.

'What would have happened if was the gullible one. Would I be happy? Would this place look beautiful in my eyes?'

Maybe it's because I didn't cry at my parent's funeral that something just decided that I deserved to die along with my pitiful view of this world.

I couldn't help it though.

While Ben cried for our loss I just stood there and thought about all of the awful memories that I had with my mother and father.

Mom was never really there for me. She was always in her library reading books with Ben in her arms. My father was always there but now I would wish that he wasn't.

Every word that he spoke to me was like a knife being thrown at me and he enjoyed it.

Hurting me...

He was a bastard who didn't deserve the love of his mate.

They say that any child is capable of telling whether you hate them or not and I'm sure that the saying has some truth in it. 

After all, I was the only one who ever noticed the hatred in that house, but then again my parents liked Ben.

The one who they pointed their hate towards, has always been me.

I look up at what is meant to be the sky and I see nothing but a cracked dark ceiling.

I smile as I observe the ceiling slowly shatter in front of me and I think to myself. 

'maybe that's why I'm the only dying.'