Frozen Notes

A boy sat on the edge of a bridge, his white hair swaying from the wind. He moved his purple hair away from his teal eyes as he looked down. It was a long way down and if he jumped, he would surely die. It was dark and isolated so if he did, no one would notice until it was too late. His breathing was shaky as he looked down thinking about the decision he was about to make. Was this the right choice? Was he really about to do this?

The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was about to push off until he felt a buzz from his jacket's pocket. Taking out his phone the boy realized that his Mom was calling. The boy stared at his phone and then back down at the ground below him. He quickly got off the edge and back to safety. Shaking his head the boy dusted off his grey jeans and started to make his way home. 'Maybe another day.'

The boy opened the door and locked it from behind, sighing to himself. He was about to do it... he wanted to do it, but he couldn't go through with it. Taking off his blue shoes and his jacket to show off his purple shirt with a snowflake on it, the boy started to make his way to his room.

"Arctic? Is that you honey?" The boy, Arctic, looked over and saw his Mom. She gave Arctic a small smile with a bowl in her hand. "I tried calling you earlier but you never answered, I guessed you were out with friends or at work."

Arctic rolled his eyes. 'Friends? Yeah right, what friends?' But at the same time Arctic couldn't tell his Mom the truth about what he was actually doing, or was about to do had she not called him. "Yeah, sorry Mom. I was just busy with something, that's all. No need to worry about me." Arctic smiled at his Mom and she smiled back at him.

"Okay, well I made you some dinner for when you came back. It should still be hot, it's your favorite!" Arctic looked down at the food and smiled, it was his Mom's famous stew. It was starting to get cold and his Mom's stew always helped him warm up. It was things like this that made Arctic not want to take the jump.

"Thanks, Mom, I'm going to go to my room." Arctic took the bowl and started to make his way to his room.

"Oh, Arctic dear." Arctic turned around. "Don't forget to pack your things, we leave tomorrow." And that was part of the reason why he did want to jump.

"Mom, do we have to leave? Why can't we stay? I'm in my final year of school, can't we just stay until Senior year is over?" Even though he asked, Arctic knew the answer already. This wasn't the first time he had asked the question, but he hoped, just once, that he could convince his Mom to stay. They had lived in the very house they were in his entire life, and he didn't want that to change.

Arctic's mom looked at him and sighed. "Arctic, you know that I want to stay here too but I can't pay the bills for this house by myself. You know your father was the one who paid for most of the bills but now without him..."

"Then why can't I help you? Let me help pay for some of the bills around the house, I have a job and if I have to I'll get another to help you out. C'mon, Mom let me do this." Arctic pleaded with his Mom. He wanted to help, he wanted to stay, but the chances of his Mom saying yes were low.

"I'm not going to let you help me Arctic. You need to put your focus and attention on school. It's your final year and I don't want you doing school and trying to help with paying the bills, you'll stress yourself out and I don't want you falling behind." Arctic sadly looked away from his Mom. She walked over to him and put her hand on his cheek making Arctic look at her. "I'm glad that you want to help me son, but you're already behind as it is. You're lucky you even passed your Junior year."

It was true that Arctic was lucky that he had just barely passed Junior year with the skin of his teeth. He had struggled greatly but not because of the work he had been given, school had always been easy for Arctic. What made things hard was the loss of his father. A car crash, coming back from home Arctic's dad was involved in a deadly car crash thanks to a drunk driver running a red light killing both himself and Arctic's dad.

"Okay... I'll start packing now." Walking to his room, Arctic's mom could only sadly watch her son head to his room and close his door, something he had done more of ever since the death of his father. It took a toll on both of them but more so Arctic. She had tried to talk to him and be there for Arctic but he only pushed her away and stayed locked up in his room so she decided to keep her distance and hoped that doing this would help Arctic with his emotions.

Sighing to herself, Arctic's mom looked around the house looking at all the moving boxes. There was still a lot of packing to get done and just based on looking around, there was a lot of work to be done and with not much time left, Arctic's mom got to work.

Taking a seat by his deck, Arctic placed the bowl of food on his desk and started to eat. The stew tasted just as good as always, putting a smile on his face. Arctic thought about everything while he ate. He understood why his Mom was doing what she was doing, she was right. Ever since the loss of his Dad, Arctic wasn't in the right head space. He had just barely passed with a 2.6 GPA which was just enough to get him past the Junior year and to his Senior. And as much as he wanted to stay and help his Mom pay the bills, he knew he would be giving himself too much to handle. With school, working two jobs, and still grieving the death of his father.... the chances were that he would most likely stress himself out, and this time he might actually take the jump.

The only thing that was stopping Arctic from not jumping in the first place was his Mom. As much as Arctic wanted to pain to end and to see his father in the afterlife he knew he would be leaving his Mom, and when she found out what he did if he did it... she would be devastated and broken beyond repair. Arctic was staying strong for her stake, and as much as it hurt him to have to move from the place he had lived his whole life, he knew it was the right thing for the family. Finishing his food, he looked around his room. He hadn't even started packing and had done everything he could to prevent it, but now, he had to.

Looking out his window Arctic looked up at the sky. It was darker than it was when he was about to jump and the stars were sparkling. Seeing the stars Arctic imagined one of them being his Dad looking down at him. "I wish you were still here with me and Mom, Dad. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. And now because you're gone we have to move away... away from the place where we made so many memories together." Thinking about the memories put a smile on Arctic's face. From spending holidays together, playing games, watching TV and movies, all of those memories were in this very house. But unfortunately, all of that would be nothing but be put in the past. Looking up at the stars once again Arctic sighed. "If only you were here with us Dad. I know at these hard times like this you would want to hit harder, but I don't know if I can."

Taking a glance at his room Arctic got up from his seat and started getting his things ready. 'These boxes aren't going to pack themselves... I better start packing, I don't want my Mom to worry any more than she already has to.' Looking at everything in his room Arctic groaned. 'This is going to take forever, guess I'll have to pull an all-nighter.' Picking up one of the many moving boxes in his room, Arctic started the journey of packing his things.

It was a long and hard night but after many hours Arctic finally finished packing his things. Although it indeed did take him the whole night to finish packing and he was exhausted. Thankfully, however, he would be able to get some sleep during the car drive.

Arctic was currently lying down on the floor looking up at the ceiling. The moving people had already taken the boxes and his furniture so he was left to sit on the floor. Now that Arctic was thinking about it, his Mom never did tell them where they were moving. Was it far away? What was the weather like over there? Where they were from it was also cold so Arctic normally always had to wear a scarf and a jacket to stay warm would it be the same at the new place?

"Arctic! It's time to get going." Sighing to himself, Arctic got up and looked at his room, or rather was his room, for one last time.

"It was nice knowing you room, hope to see you again one day. I'll never forget you and the memories we had with one another." With a shake to his step, Arctic walked out of the room and closed the door from behind and out of the house. Stepping outside, Arctic looked at his Mom who was making sure everything was good with the car before they took off. Arctic looked back at the house he grew up in, for what would be probably the last time. "I'll never forget you, goodbye."

Seeing her son walk over, Arctic's mom smiled. "Everything's all ready to go. We've got a five-hour drive ahead of us so I hope you're ready."

"Yeah, I guess." Arctic and his Mom got into the car and took their seats. "Oh, by the way, Mom. Where are moving to anyways?"

Arctic's mom started the engine and smiled. "Canterlot City, it's a wonderful place, I'm sure you'll love it."

As the two of you started to drive away you looked at the house get smaller and smaller. "Canterlot, hmm? Yeah, we'll see." Arctic's eyes started drifting off and before he knew it, he was asleep thinking about what Canterlot City would be like.