Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 6-Dissapear

He barely moved when I lunged at him. He just stood their prepared for the blow.

Then he dissapeared and I fell forward. This time, I didnt stumble...I let myself fall. I just collapsed and sobbed. I was not weak. I am not weak. Just broken. And sometimes that gets to me. I need to spill out my bottled up emotions. The ones that I kept to myself.

Usually, Newt would be there to coax them away...now he was the reason of my pain. I needed him to cure it, but he was gone. Maybe forever. I dont know. That is what scares me. What will I do without him in this twisted reality that calls itself life?
Maybe I should stop stressing and begg Peter to look for the two Gladers. (Parts of my heart)
No.
I will not seem weak.
Peter will have the satisfaction of molding me into his 'Lost Girl'...
Which is something I wont give him...

I got up and yelled " PETER PAN! GET YOUR GREEN ASS OVER HERE RIGHT...NOW..."
I probably looked like a dragon on her period right now. I knew my clothes were ripped all over and I had green and brown stains alover me. Possible some blood because I felt a burning sensation in certain parts of my body. Not to mention my bird's nest that I call hair. It's ok, the scarier the better.

Peter appeared in front of me with a faint swoosh. He chose not to appear too close like usual incase I decided to bite his pretty little head off. I damn would have.
"Hmm...When she pulls out the full name, you know you're introuble. What's the matter, love?"
A few profanities went through my head but I waved them off. Then, my monster roared and I was once again consumed by hatered. Good.

I slowly took the pocket knife Newt gave me and held it in my hand. Then I turned it over in my hand inspecting the engraved initials on it

N.T+F.H

There was a small heart drawn around the enitials. I remembered what they stood for. The first and last letter in our names, because we did not know our last names. We still dont. I dont.
I lifted my eyes and looked at Peter. Then I smiled. I smiled.
His eyebrow went up in question and I took a step closer to him. I dropped my hands to my sides and walked closer to him, eyes still locked. He did not step back. Good.

Then he did step back. I stepped forward. And our game of frontsies backsies continued untill I had him up against a tree. Funny thing though, he didnt even try to dissapear. Probably wondering what happened next. So was I.