Free Like Eagles

A/N: I really wasn't going to post this, this is just a...moderately depressing story I'd written for a school assignment. But my friend was like 'u have 2 post it' and thus, here I am. Posting a...poorly written story. 

Word Count: 500+ (with A/N 600+)

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A slam shuddered through the house, the door to Peter's room closing harshly. Peter flung himself onto his bed, tears falling like rain. He thrust his face into his pillow, ignoring the shouts from his father. They had fought, mauled one another verbally. Each word pierced like ice, stabbing through the cracked layer of stable emotions.

They had argued until Peter had reached his breaking point, sending the boy running to the isolation of his room. His tears kept flowing, sobs muffled by a stiff, white pillow. With a final whimper, he halted his tears slowly, rolling onto his back. Peter stared at the pale, milky ceiling presented before him.

His mind began to drift, thinking of what he'd do when he got out of here. He'd be a free spirit, perhaps go live on a far off island with his best mate Cole. Cole...he smiled tenderly to himself. Together they'd take this world and stand atop it, uncover all it's secrets and saunter through all it's land. Together...

They'd go to Paris, pose by the Eiffel Tower and flaunt around France. Stop over in Italy, dance round the Duomo and parade through the streets. For sure they'd go to the ocean, dip their feet in and wade through the waters. They'd do it all...admire the Alaskan skies, take in the beauty of the towers of Spain, stroll through England, gazing upon all it's wonders. Not a soul in the world could stop them. They'd swim with the orcas and dance with the bears, soar with the eagles and run with the wolves.

He'd be free, free from this cage he'd been trapped in forever. He and Cole would go see all the world had to offer, taste all the sensations of sweet and bitter that they could taste. They could go out and experience everything that they wanted to experience, experience it as real humans, not caged birds. They would show the world that there wasn't a soul out there who could possibly be the judge of them.

Maybe he'd take his father in, throw him in prison where he belongs. Bring a little bit of justice to this messed up world. No...of course not, he shook his head dismally. He knew he'd never have the bravery it'd take. He chuckled softly to himself, it was a nice thought though wasn't it?

Peter rose, sitting cross-legged on his mattress. Sniffling painfully, he sighed despondently. His blood-shot, watery eyes stared blankly ahead of him, thoughts of freedom and independence running around in the galaxy of his mind.

They'd be their own heroes, they wouldn't need anyone else in this world. They had a universe of endless possibilities just waiting out there for them, an ocean of ability and a sky filled with hope. He grinned to himself, rubbing the dry remnants of tears from his eyes. No one could hold him back from the world, not even his father.

With a final smile, he lay back upon the bed and stared at the ceiling above. This part of his life was just a hole in the ground, a hole he had to climb out of. And though at times it seemed he'd dug himself so far down he'd never see the light of day again, he knew he'd find his way back up.

He knew that someday he'd be free like an eagle, soaring through the sky with everyone else.

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