Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 1 - Crack In The Pavement

Peter Pan flute music above ^

I couldn't retrieve the audio with the lost boys dancing around the fire, but I'd say you can find it somewhere on YouTube. All you have to do is look up 'Peter Pan's Flute'. :-)

Some pages in need of editing *
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I held my knees to my chest, hugging them tightly, ignoring the pain I felt in my rib cage from the infinite amount of kicks and punches that where thrown at me downstairs. I'm sure there will be footprint marks there by tomorrow.

It was currently 3 a.m and I couldn't withhold the tears from pouring out of my eyes for long. It seemed that was all I had time for nowadays. Crying. Reading. Writing. Never anything interesting.

My throat was dry due to lack of water but I didn't dare go downstairs. To go downstairs would be like walking into a lions cage. The beast that lives down there would rip you apart limb by limb and leave you to bleed to death.

That exact beast is my father.

My mother died years ago. Before then he was an amazing father. He would work extra shifts just so he could pay for me and my mother to go somewhere fun. So we could forget about the bills we couldn't pay, or the violent neighbours that you could hear yelling and kicking and punching through the thin walls of our house.

Now my father converts his blood to alcohol as if he'll find a new lover within the bottom of each glass of beer or rum he consumes. When he doesn't find one at the bottom of his first glass, he'll pour another, hoping to find one in the next. And as he continued to search for one, he finally realised he wasn't going to find a new wife at the bottom of the glass, but the beer would definitely drown his thoughts. He decided that since he overdosed on love, he'd finally let the real drugs kick in.

But I never really cared. I just stayed away from him as much as I could, which proved as a task. But in this day and age, I could have never been more thankful for the tall willow tree that stood outside my bedroom window. I have to crawl across the window ledge and hop onto the roof to get onto it, but I never really seem to mind. It's just means that it far enough out of the viewpoint of my window for me to see the beautiful stars that shone in the night sky. The tree made a great passageway down to my front garden, meaning all I had to do from there was hop over the wall and I'd be free to roam around London. Yes, I am living in London. But I don't have a London accent. Both my mother and father where Irish, leaving me with their accents.

But let me get started on the London sky. It may be pretty in morning time, yes, but it is absolutely stunning at night.

The sky glowed purple, pink and blue with the tiny hints of white that I figured where stars. But my eye was always on the second star to the right. I heard Myths. Myths about a land where you could never grow up. Where everyone was happy. But only boys ever went there. Yet in some way I still hoped that the king, Peter Pan, could be so kind as to allow one girl to go with the other boys to this so called land.

I sound quite childish, considering I'm 16 years old, but I do believe in this land. And I most definitely want to go there. I just don't know how. I don't however believe it's all sunshine and rainbows. And I'm fine with that. A bit of evil, dark magic sound fun. Sounds like something I'd enjoy.

That's when I heard it. Coming from my window was the most beautiful, yet eery song ever, that sent shivers down my spine.

It started as one or two notes, slowly forming the most beautiful, calming song I've ever heard.

Without thinking, I stood up from my bed, following the beautiful song. I didn't waste a single drop of time, as time can go by quicker than we would like, and followed the harmonic sound. I climbed out of my window, crawling across the ledge. My ribs hurt like nothing I've felt before, but I don't care. I must get to that music. With a single movement I hopped onto the top of the roof and leaped onto the willow tree. Rather than climbing down, the song somehow gave me a form of strength, so I simply grabbed onto a thick branch and swung down to the ground.