Was It Really A dream? {Ouat PeterPan FanFic}

The True Nightmare

{Luna's Pov}

After having that weird but comforting dream made me feel like I had more to life, that I could be happy again.

After a long day of working and getting at least 3 slaps from my mother and bruised wrists I went to my bed after I had a smoke, I laid on my bed with my back on the bed, I looked at the bruises on my wrists and noticed my scars even the most recent ones where gone.

I sat up sliding my hand up and down my wrist, this can be real? Pan healed them but in my dream he can be real, my mother barged in with a furious look, she stomped over as I started to smell the strong sent of alcohol.

"Luna! How dare you use MY money for your stupid addiction!!," she screamed out at me grabbing my bruised wrist making the pain come back.

Since I have a job I have used my money for my cigarettes, I would buy a house and talk Edith with me but my mother took over my money making it impossible to make enough.

"W-what a-are you talking about?," I said quietly, "don't play stupid with me!!! I know you drink and smoke 24/7 !!," she snapped gripping harder making me yelped in pain, "I-I-I don't drink mother," I said quietly again.

The next minute I knew I was in the floor as my cheek started to turn red from pain, I held my hand against my cheek as I looked up at my mother who was more furious, I started to feel shots of pain to my stomach a few times then to my face making tears roll down my face in pain as my body gave up.

My mother then stomped out slamming the door, I laid there on the floor making a puddle of tears soaking my head, the pain hurt everywhere is almost made my body numb, I started to shake.

After a little while of getting soaked in my own tears I slowly crawled next to my bed as the pain hurt every movement, I pulled out a blade I hid under my bed I slid it against my soft tenter skin remembering all of my worst nightmares I call memory's.

I soon dug it deeper and deeper watching the blood drip down my arm making me lost in life, making me float away in tears. I slid my fingers over my wrist feeling the pain and warm blood against my skin.

Edith's weak screams nocked me out of my thoughts, I got up quickly and grabbed a sweater throwing it over my body hiding the scars as I ran out of my room, the screams got weaker to the point they stopped, a tear ran down my face as I got closer and closer finding Edith laying on the ground with bruised stomach and eye.

I held him in my lap as more tears ran down my face, rocking him as I heard his weak voice "Luna," he said weakly, I held him tighter as I cried more and more "Edith, oh Edith I'm so so sorry!," I said as I hitched my breath over my cries.

I couldn't believe my dream came true, my little Edith has gotten beaten more then he can handle, I quickly picked him up bridle style and carried him to my room laying him on my bed, I locked the door before I laid next to him holding him hoping and praying that he won't leave like I almost did.

My little Edith did have some mental problems because of my mother died just after her water broke, the doctors had to cut him out making him lose some oxygen from his brain but he was never different to me. I soon fell into a deep sleep holding Edith closer to me making him safe, making me safe.