Feel the Snow (Jack Frost x Blind!Reader) Chp. 4

I turned my head in the direction of the sound, seriously wondering who the intruder could be. I gripped the sheets under me, the pain and blood of my foot long forgotten. I felt a rising twist grow in my chest. Fear.

"Listen, I don't know who you are or how you got into my room, but please, just leave me. I'd be of no use to you; I'm blind, after all!" I nervously laughed, wishing Jack would hurry with that bandage.

"Oh? The little girl is blind? Now, that could be quite the advantage for me. After all, we're more scared of that which we cannot see." I heard a low chuckle emanate from the direction of the voice, and in that instant I felt a rough sensation pass over my skin, one that burned as it rolled across. Sand?

I had only felt sand a couple times; once pre-accident, and once post-accident. Each time, it was such a foreign substance that I fumbled about with my tiny legs, screaming in pain from the hot sand that never touched the water, and wailing from rubbing wet, sticky sand into my eyes.

However, this sand was different. It didn't just burn my feet, or my eyes; it burned everything. As I released an agonizing scream, I felt myself lose consciousness; something of which I was familiar.

I experienced frequent blackouts after the accident. Constantly, hot flashes would wash over me, and I would feel dizzy, and lose consciousness. I hadn't done that in at least seven years.

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I awoke to a pounding in my cranium, and my body against the cold of metal. I furrowed my brows and sat up, using my hands to feel the surrounding area. Metal, bars, and...bones. I let out a small scream and jumped back, covering my mouth.

"Well, it seems our little "snowflake" has woken up." I heard the voice say from behind me. I rotated my head to the sound, confusion overtaking me.

"Who are you, and where am I?"

The voice chuckled.

"Why, I'm Pitch, Dear. Pitch Black; and you're in my home."