Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 2 - Scarlett

"So your telling me that I simply have to believe and I can have whatever I want?"

"That is exactly what I'm telling you" smiles the blue haired boy I now know as Dylan.

"Is this true, Arthur?" I ask.

"Yup" he giggles cheekily. I smile at him, before turning around to the completely empty room.

Arthur told me that in each treehouse you have two empty rooms, one is your bedroom which you design on your own, the other being a room that you can fill with whatever you desire.

I already decided I wanted this room to be for my music, and at first I had no clue how I'd get the stuff I desired into the room.

But now, as I close my eyes believing a grand piano, a guitar and a desk for song writing, I know I've obviously found a way that didn't require going back to the 'real world'.

I open my eyes to see that what I believed in and smiled. The room was most definitely everything I hoped for.

Without a second thought I walked over to the piano and started playing a random tune.

The other guys looked both surprised and impressed.

Also slightly confused.

"You think I would create a piano for no absolute reason even though I don't know how to play it? I've been playing since I was 8" I giggle.

They stare at my hands, me playing a strange, damn near impossible tune.

"That's really cool" they mutter in sync. I smile, standing up and walking towards the doorway.

"Yeah. I guess"

I look off in thought. I really want to come up with a name, I just can't think of anything.

"What's wrong?" asks Dylan.

"I've just been thinking. What should my new name be?" I ask the tall boy standing in front of me.

Arthur who's standing behind him stays silent, looking at what I would guess is the ground while Dylan starts listing off hundreds of names.

"Charlotte, Char for short maybe. Oh! I like the name Rose! That's a pretty name. Or-"

"Cracks in the pavement" mutters Arthur, cutting off Dylan. I look at him with a raised eyebrow and then realise that he was never looking at the ground. He was looking at my wrists.

I cough and push my arms behind my back. He looks up at me with a worried look in his eyes. Maybe even a bit of confusion.

"Why?" he croaks.

"I..." I begin to explain but cut myself off.

"If you don't want to tell me you don't have to just... Why?" he continues.

I just shake my head and look down.

"Scarlett"

Confusion fills my mind, but I look up anyway.

"That should be your name" sniffs Arthur. I smile a little at the name, liking the idea.

"I love it" I smile sadly at him.

I feel tears brim at the edges of my eyes when I see the sad, confused look on Arthur and Dylan's faces.

"Let's go decorate my room" I smile sadly.

With that the two boys straighten up, trying there hardest to act tough, and we all begin the short walk to the empty room that I shall sleep in.

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