Hey y'all! Glad you chose this story, because honestly, I couldn't wait to post this. After seeing the movie (you've all probably heard this by other fangirls) Pitch pulled at my heartstrings. I felt pity when he complained about being alone and unloved, so here's a story I whipped up. I gotta say, creativity comes fast when you're inspired! :) Before I let you go and read all you want, I must warn you this is a PitchXoc pairing. I'm sorry, but I can't do any yaoi, because I just don't think that's right. I think Jack Frost made it pretty clear he hates Pitch with a burning passion. And I don't want to do Tooth Fairy because...well...she's Tooth Fairy. Nah, jest kiddin', luv ya Tooth. There may be later one-shots or more stories of Pitch with a grown up character like Sophie or Pippa, but I'm not setting that in stone. SO! Without further ado, here is the first chapter of Listen to Your Heart! LUV YOU ALL! (and Pitch hehehe) 3

Pitch: -_- Freak.

Me: Yeah, yeah, I know. Here's the story:

Listen to Your Heart

Darkness was crowding her sleep, causing her to writhe in agony under the sheets. Amidst her scary dreams, she panted hard, losing her breath from the tight, cotton linens. Finally, she sat up and slammed her hand over her mouth before she could scream, and only a tiny squeal let out of her small lips. The girl sat up straighter and turned on the light near her bed, ripping off the strangling blankets. Meet Nalanie Sheridan, a sixteen year old girl who's been "diagnosed" with nightmares ever since she was thirteen. This nightmare was no different than the other terrors she had, but in this, she finally met her attacker. She stood on a rock that was splitting in two and shaking, and she tried balancing herself. She plummeted to the empty darkness once the rock cracked in two, and all around her, she heard those voices she's heard nearly every day:

"You're such a freak."

"Die in hell."

"Ha! Look at her face!"

"You seriously need help."

And the worst voice of all was one she heard in every nightmare, but can't identify the speaker. "Your dreams are over."

Lanie landed softly on a grassy pasture, to her surprise. There were swirls of black dust in the air, making her cough and oddly enough, cry out in sadness. Suddenly, the ground shook again, and there appeared a beautiful house that she knew. Her house. Lanie started running towards it, having a bad feeling something is going to happen. The house burst into flames, and Lanie fell back in surprise and horror. Screams of her family were heard inside, and she tried yelling for help.

"MOM! DAD! GET OUT OF THERE!"

Nothing worked. Something was pulling her back into the dark woods with their hands around her ribcage, but Lanie had enough. She wriggled from the attackers grasp and slapped it across the face. It grunted and stumbled at the sharp impact. She tried running towards her only home, but the fire engulfed it to the point where it was crumbling to the ground. White flashes careened into the sky, resembling her brothers, her mother and her father. They were dead. She couldn't stop the fire. She couldn't help save her family. She's all alone. Lanie fell to her knees in despair, feeling hot tears run down her cheeks. Moans of pain came from her throat as she watched the house fall into a pile of rubble and debris, still roaring like a campfire. Something surprised her. She saw black, snake like sand rise from the ground and slither towards her. She fell back onto her back while trying to escape, and hurriedly crawled further away, meeting the cold driveway. The slithering black sand met her quicker than she thought, and began wrapping around her legs. Finally, they tugged her towards the dark forest.

"NO!" Lanie screamed, feeling the terrible, clammy feeling of the sand snakes on her legs.

Once she was in a spooky, foggy clearing in the woods, the snake like sand traveled up her legs, winding around them like ivy vines. Once they reached her upper legs, they tangled around her torso, and slithered to her arms, wrapping them above her head. Mini trails of this black sand substance slunk up her neck and reached her lips, and before they could choke the breath out of her, she finally hollered out, "LET ME GO!"

A low chuckle was heard echoing in between the trees, and as if on demand, Lanie was lifted into the air, getting a face full of the moon's glare and fog.

"And why would I do that, my dear?"

Although Lanie couldn't see her attacker, she felt a cold feeling up her spine. She trembled at the feeling, never going to get used to the feeling of terror.

"Because…I…I can't take it anymore!" she let out a yell, and with enough determination, somehow freed herself from her bindings.

She fell to the grassy and mud covered ground and tried standing up, grabbing onto anything that could support her up. Wait a minute…what am I touching? Her mind raced as she looked what her hand was gripping to. An ankle. A black ankle, so black it was as dark as night. She felt her hair being violently yanked upwards, and she let out a yelp.

"You just sealed the deal, my dear." Her attacker laughed.

Nalanie shook her head from the bad memory of that nightmare as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom. That was a bad one. A really bad one. She spit into the sink and rinsed with water, watching her finished toothpaste go down the sink drain. What happened after that? I know I saw something that stopped me from screaming, but I can't remember. It was true. She was so caught up in trying to wake herself up; she didn't remember the last image she saw. Lanie was too terrified to remember, nor did she look forward to another one tonight. Once finishing brushing her brunette hair and putting it into a ponytail, she went back into her room. Everything was tidy except for her bed. Her thin, white sheets were a complete mess, looking like the aftermath of a tornado. But otherwise, everything else was fine. Her floor was clean and spacious, except the pile of school books scattered near her lounge chair and iPod station. Her old guitar case sat patiently near her window, waiting for her to strum it's strings again. Lanie felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips; I'll practice when I get home from school.

She found her favorite pair of sneakers near her battered up table of art supplies and projects and quickly laced them up. She grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder. Before she left her bedroom, something caught her eye. She stared at this certain spot on her dull pink carpet. What is this? Lanie crouched to the floor near her bed and peered at a small mess. It slightly sparkled, and was a raven colored substance. She touched it, and felt her eyes widen.

Black sand

Lanie jolted up and scanned her room, observing everything, making sure nothing moved or nothing living besides her is in there. She turned her head back to the sand, and it still laid there. She scooped up a small amount and clenched it tight in her fist. Her hand suddenly became clammy with sweat…nervous sweat. Quick images of her recent nightmare flooded her mind. The rock. The dark woods. The burning house. The black ankle she held. The grassy pasture.

"Lanie! Are you up yet?" her mother's voice called up from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, mom!"

"Your brother's waiting for you, let's go!" Mom ended her message and went back into the kitchen.

This was Nalanie's devoted and worrisome mother. She nursed and took care of her kids, hopeful for a bright future for each of her three kids. She knew Lanie's youngest brother, Charlie, was doing great in elementary school. He was an expert in every sport, had many guy friends, and took frequent lessons in drumming. Mom knew he was fine and dandy, except for the fact that Charlie still won't eat his darn vegetables. And then there was Colby, her middle child. She was devastated when the doctor informed her that he had special needs, but everything turned out wonderfully despite his difference. He enjoyed famous movies like Indiana Jones and Batman, and also enjoyed his middle school. He's learning to tell jokes and is determined to eat everything with ketchup. Mom knew both her sons were happy, as well as her faithful husband. Dad was so patient with Mom, and made sure she was always either in a good or content mood. Sure, he may be quiet and have chronic health problems, but he always looked forward to driving home from work, listening to NPR on the beat up radio. He loved his wife's cooking more than his own, and did his best teaching his kids about life. As always, there was their old yet energetic dog, Laurel. She used to run in circles in the back yard and bark at anything, from leaves to bears three miles from the house in Jay, Maine. Now that Laurel was 78 in dog years, the family knew she was perfectly at peace with the choices she made in life. The family would mostly see her curled up on the couch or dosing in her fluffy bed, but the old dog made sure she saved up her energy for one lap around the back yard when Dad let her out. If not for everything, the family was one that everyone else wished they had.

But of course, Lanie had to be entirely off the charts. She was nothing her mom wanted her to be or do, and that's what concerned her parents more. Her brothers wouldn't always pay attention to her problems, but sometimes they'd hear her talk in her sleep, yelling at someone they didn't think was even there. Lanie had no idea what to do with her future; she had no idea on how to run a household, and is only focused on getting out of the house once she finished high school. She was distant, and unlike the other teenagers who would go out on Fridays and Saturdays to the movies or coffee shops, she stayed near the house or simply sat outside in the grass, staring off into the distance. There were moments when Lanie would lash out on someone in her family if they bugged her too much, or would start whimpering if someone started talking about their wonderful dreams they had the previous night. Mom and Dad knew something was wrong with her, so they sent her to therapy. They thought it would work out, and it partially did. The therapist became a close companion to them and their daughter told everything that was on her mind to her. Except the nightmares. She didn't want to tell anyone about them, afraid it will hurt her reputation-as if she had one at school-or ruin people's positive opinions on the sixteen year old. But when her oldest cousin, Tait would visit and babysit her brothers, she'd sum up the courage and tell him her nightmare problems. He'd listen, and Lanie was relieved that she could trust her cousin. Sometimes she wished he was her brother, but it was never meant to be. Sure, she had friends who cared about her like a sister, but for some reason she couldn't tell them her actual problems. At first, Tait thought the nightmares she had were just a small thing that would leave within a few weeks. But when Lanie finally got Tait to herself in private and told him her fifteenth one, he knew something was terribly wrong. The sixteen year old knew he was thinking of telling her parents, and made him swear that he never would. He kept his promise, but said that if she gets physically hurt from the nightmares, he will tell them. Nalanie agreed to the term.

I wonder what he'll say about this one when I see him…when he's back from college. She took a swig of milk and clunked the glass back on the table.

Lanie was just out the door to the school bus with Colby when her mom stopped her. "Nalanie, before you go, I want a quick word."

"Ugh…what?" the daughter groaned, turning slowly to face her nagging mother.

"Look, I know it's aggravating being a teenager, but things will look better, I promise. Just be happy and focus on the good." Mom patted her shoulder.

Lanie squirmed nervously and shirked her eyesight from her mother. "That's not the reason why I'm…different."

"Can I hear why, then?" Mom tried keeping her voice level as her eldest child thrust open the door leading to the hot environment.

"…No." the girl looked down, ashamed at her fears.