Who am I?
Jack Frost
That's my name but who am I really that is a question.
I can't answer.
Jack Frost
All I know is that I woke up from a lake looking at the moon.
Who said "Jack Frost"
No one can see or hear me
What have I done to make you leave me alone?
Will anyone hear me?
Did I die? If so this must be my hell.
I kill people,
I lose control and storms start
five people died from my storm last night, I can name each person Michael, John, Rebecca, Susan, and James. I saw their families grieve over the lost of a member.
The world doesn't need a monster like me around.
Lock me up
Burn me
Do whatever you want, but then I would have to be seen and heard.
And you can't have that.
So no! More people will suffer because I can't control my powers.
It will not be blood on my hands but YOURS!
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