Peter's POV
Ok, so I kinda feel bad but not really. I have to stop toying around with her. I knew about the problem she had with drugs, that's part of the reason I brought her here. I saw so much potential, but it melted through the drain, then I brought her here and I saw it again.
I walk to her tent, I really want to apologize, I went in and I saw that her duffle was completely turned over. I know exactly what's in that duffle, one of the bags of coke was missing and................shit! A needle-syringe and heroine, I remember the only time she used heroine, her guy-friend had died. The bathroom door what open, on the counter there were 4 1/2 bags of coke, she must've ran off.
I stopped for a minute and concentrated, I'm trying I sense her magic, it'll tell me where she is.
GOT IT!
I ran to the highest cliff in Neverland, and there she was, laying by a tree not relaxed at all. She was sweating and shivering rapidly, it's probably a bad reacting from mixing.
I walk up to her, and she looks up at me,
"What are you doing here?" She says.
" I thought you stopped!" I said while grabbing the syringe out of her hand.
"Yeah well I did too, and look where I am now. I am probably getting some type of bad reactions and I'm high, its like a PTSD dream I can't wake up from." she got up and started walking to the end of the cliff.
"You know my friend, JD, the one who died? Of Course you do, you were watching me. He jumped off a bridge one night, but before that he left me a note, 'I can't handle it' it said. I put it off, it was nothing it was just him being dramatic, but I get it now. He meant life, you can't handle it, it handles you. It gives you tornados and tsunamis to go through, then once in a while life gives you flowery meadows and beaches to walk through. He realized, what I realize now, There are no flowery meadows or beaches, only the tornados and tsunamis, the bad stuff."
"Emma, what the hell are you doing, get back over here." she still made her way over to the edge of the cliff.
"FINE, you know what, your right, life is fucked up. Its hard and cruel, thats the challenge though. And yeah, life handles you, but that doesn't mean you have absolutely no control. You have complete control, your just choosing to end it and blame it on the universe, nobody made you this way, you made you this way and look where we are. I know where I am, I'm standing on a cliff, trying to convince the girl I lov-" I stopped.
"You what? Love? No No you can't do that, not even an hour ago you threatened to never have anything to do with me again, and now? I need you to make up your mind, what are we doing! Because I don't feel like playing the guessing game with you Pan! I know where I am, and where I stand. And right now where I am is not here, not anywhere." she took one foot over the edge.
"WHAT ARE YOUR DOING!"
"flying" then she was gone.
Emma's POV
I fell and fell until the net of my boyfriends, dad's ship caught me, he's a pirate in training.
I walked along the deck.
"Hello Ms. Swan." Captain Jones greeted me.
"Oh hey! Where is he?" I ask.
"In his quarters, waiting for you."
I walk to his room and there he was looking all captainy at his small desk, I knock on the side of the door.
"Hey, got room for one more?" I say.
"SWAN!" He picked me up and hugged me, we fell unto his bed and I laid on top of him.
"So did Pan believe the whole JD story." My boyfriend asked.
"Yeah, he did, he's an idiot. And now that I think about it, the name JD really suits you Killian."
4 hours later.
Okay I know this is confusing, so about 3 years ago(before Pan starting watching me)Killian and his pirate family found me and that told me about Pan and his plans for watching me. So in basic terms, everything Pan has seen for the last 2 years is complete BS. My acting skills are on FLEEK! Pan is going down and his little Tiger Lily is going down with him.

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The Blackest Heart
FanfictionWhen Snow White and Prince Charming tried to transfer all the evil out of their little Emma's heart, Malificent found out then reversed it. So now Emma Swan has a heart as black as her mothers hair. One day, after running form her 8th Foster home...