Hi, everyone! I have a few updates to share.

Number one: Thanks for the amazing feedback from everyone, and I can't believe how many follows this story has gotten already! And it's already been favorited TWICE. Thank you SO much. I adore you all.

Number two: I made a cover! I didn't make the edit, I found it on Tumblr. Creds to the owner, thank you so much for your amazing work xx

Number three: I'm going to try writing longer chapters now. I hope this one's long enough for you guys.


The snow ended soon after he left. The rest of the week was just as dry, too. I watched out my window as it melted, exposing the brown, dead grass beneath.

My razors didn't exactly go unused, either. The sleeves of my dress, now ripped and dirty, were stained with my own blood.

And I just didn't know why the fact that he had left made me feel even worse.

I hadn't even LIKED him. Who was he to just come barging in my room like that?

Of course, that's what Eugene had done.

Eugene...

A single tear slid down my cheek. But another swipe of the razor along my wrist made it all better. I could barely feel the physical pain. The feeling of my emotional pain was that strong and heavy.

But nothing explained the second storm.

The snow began to fall again, a little over a week later from Jack's first visit.

And although I told myself not to let him in ever again, something within me made me leave the window open.

Something I didn't understand.

And I couldn't help looking out the window, staring, wondering if I'd see him.

But after what seemed like hours, I gave up.

Tears forming in my eyes, I turned away, and began to walk towards the jewelry box where I hide my razors...

"Punzie!"

I turned around so fast I almost lost my balance.

"Jack!"

The white-haired teenager walked over to me. "What are you doing?"

"Um, walking towards my jewelry box."

He raised an eyebrow. I looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. Why did I feel so awkward around him?

"You're back." I said simply.

He nodded. "I couldn't help but notice that you were staring out your window for two hours."

I bit my lip.

"Well, there isn't much else to do up here."

He shrugged. "Guess you're right."

Suddenly, he asked, "Why are you up here anyway?"

I felt my face grow hot.

"That's none of your business." I said fiercely, glaring at him.

His face scrunched up as he backed away. "Whoa, okay. Sorry, Punzie."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Why don't you like it?"

"I just don't, okay?"

"Fine. Sorry, RAPUNZEL."

"Better."

All of a sudden a shrill voice smashed through the strange moment occurring in my room.

"RAPUNZELLL! DINNER IS READY!"

My eyes became wide and hollow.

"Jack! You have to hide! My mother's coming upstairs!"

I watched in horror as he casually sat down in the corner on the floor. I could hear her footsteps coming up the stone steps.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered in disgust. "Hide!"

"She doesn't believe in Jack Frost, does she?"

I guffawed. "No. But she will once she gets up here if you don't HIDE!"

He chuckled. "No, she won't. I'm invisible to nonbelievers, remember?"

Before I could turn red from the sudden feeling of idiocy flooding through me, Gothel stepped into the room carrying a tiny bowl of hazelnut soup.

"Here's your dinner." she said coldly, shoving it into my hands.

I noticed there wasn't a spoon. I dipped a finger into the soup, and sucked it clean.

"It's cold."

"Is that a problem?"

"I kind of prefer hot soup."

Gothel slapped me across the face with so much force that the sound of her palm colliding with my cheek echoed through the room.

She then grabbed my hair, causing me to cry out in pain. She yanked it towards her, so our faces were inches apart.

"Never talk to me that way again. Eat it that way or not at all." she hissed.

"Yes, Ma'am."

She yanked on my hair once again, waves of pain attacking my body, as sobs began to escape my trembling lips, and the soup in my shaking hands began to spill onto the stone floor.

"Y-yes, m-mother!" I almost screamed, as she continued to pull tighter and tighter.

It wasn't until those two words escaped my lips that she let go, and I crumpled to the floor, the soup spilling all over my gown. My cheek was bright red and sore, and tears streamed down my cheeks as I massaged my scalp.

"You fool. You dropped the only food you'll get tonight." the witch said hatefully. "Oh well. You won't starve, not yet. You ate yesterday... I'm sure sometime soon you'll be able to eat your meals without dropping them. Clumsy brat." she spat, before turning on her heel and leaving me, crying, on the cold, hard floor.

I lay there for a minute, feeling the pain continue to circulate through my fragile body. Tears dripped down my cheeks and fell onto the stone.

I had almost forgotten Jack was there, but he walked up and sat down next to me.

"Rapunzel." he whispered, his voice full of horror. I looked up, my eyes blurry from tears.

I was shocked to see a teardrop sliding down his pale cheek.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered. "I- I didn't know..."

"It doesn't matter." I whispered back. "It's often worse than this."

"Worse?" he asked desperately.

I sat up, wiping away my tears.

"Please, Jack, I just want to be alone."

"I'm not leaving you. Not now."

"Please." I whispered, my eyes watering.

He stared at me, a look in his eyes I couldn't explain.

Then he nodded, and he began to walk towards the window.

I couldn't watch him go.

I sat down on my bed and cried until I knew he was gone for good.

Once I was sure, I reached into my jewelry box and pulled out my favorite razor. It was shiny, I had just polished it, cleaned off the blood that remained.

I swept it across my left wrist, blood dripping onto my dress and the bedsheets, the liquid seeping in and forming a permanent stain.

Beautiful, glorious pain.

I repeated the process several times, until I was satisfied from the amount of blood I had dispelled.

I lay down on my bed, stains forming where my wrists rested against the mattress.

That was where I cried myself to sleep.

But that night, my dreams were different.

It wasn't just the usual dark, twisted nightmares.

Tonight, there was a boy in it.

A boy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.


Again, thanks for reading, and I'll see you soon with another chapter!

Please follow and review if you enjoyed xx