•Miss Peregrines Peculiar children Oneshots•

Sick of Things

"I can't take this anymore." I stand and move out of Almas office. I love her, but after shrugging off some of the slight arguments we had, I just snapped.

"Y/n, get back her!" She snaps and I give her a glare. "What's wrong?"

"I can't take being here anymore, it's the same thing over and over every fucking day!" I say and she narrows her eyes at the curse. "I'm sorry but I'm getting sick of it." I go to walk out but she grabs my arm gently but firm enough that my gaze goes to her.

"Y/n, I know you don't mean that, just please let me know what's wrong." She says and I hear frustration rise in her tone.

"Me being here is wrong!" I yell and she gives me a hurt look that she tries to cover with frustration.

"No, that's not why. Something else is bothering you, I know it." She says and I move out of her grip as tears brim my eyes. I wipe them away with frustration but she takes my hands and pulls me into a hug, firm and sturdy. "Love, just talk to me."

"It's nothing, I'm just a wreck right now." I mutter and I hear her chest rise and fall when she sighs.

"It has to be something if you're a wreck at the moment." She retorts and I don't answer. I push myself out of her room and stand by the office doorway.

"Nothing is bothering me!" I shout, my tears surrounding my words. "I just want to be alone." I say, my voice weak and shaky as I walk out of her office and go to the kitchen as I took a seat. I don't know why I felt like this. I have all day and nothing even happened that could have set me off the deep end. The children were hopefully still asleep, I hope we didn't wake any of them. They don't need to hear about this. I hear soft footsteps go down the staircase and stop by the kitchen door frame, I knew it was Alma.

"Nothing is bothering me, I don't know why I'm like this." I say and I feel her hand gently rest on my shoulder as she kneels in front of me, my head in my arms on the table. I feel her brush some of the hair away from my face as she tries to get me to look at her. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'm not mad." She says gently and I face her, my teary eyes meeting her blue ones.

"I'm so sorry." I get out before moving into her arms, holding onto her. Sometimes when we both deal with things like this, we can easily fix it together. She was my missing piece.
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