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Some parts are inspired by the 100
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Cover: Toby Randall
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Octavia's Pov
I'd been up here for 82 days,
almost 3 months.
I knew I was losing it.
The voices in my head taking over.
They never left.
Demons,
Peter had once called them.
I missed Neverland,
I was still on it but
I was cadged.
I was fine for the first few weeks.
But soon I got bored.
The voices took over.
As my friend Kylie used to say,
"If you talk enough sense you'll lose your mind"
it had happened.
I threw a bottle smashing it against the walls.
I started screaming.
My hair greasy,
my eyes blood shot
from the demons keeping me up.
I put the arrow to my heart.
Ready to push it through,
but something stopped me.
The arrow clattered to the floor.
My mind spinning,
I hadn't had water in 1 day.
I was dying.
And with that I fell into a restless sleep.
Octavia's dream
I was running
"Come back" he demanded.
"What if I don't want to" I said.
Crossing his arms like a three year old and
pouting he looked at me.
"Come onnn" he said holding out the n.
"Fine" I say running back to him and
jumping into his arms.
And with that I kissed him.
But as I looked back into his eyes.
They were black.
No emotion.
His brown hair tickling my face.
"Im sorry" he breathed.
Blood trickled into my shirt.
Before I saw someone pull the knife out
of his chest.
Plunging it into mine.
And as someone had said many years before
the last sound I would ever here was
screaming of own.
Octavia Pov
I woke up covered in sweat.
My eyes watering .
I was crying.
It wasn't a dream,
but a memory.
Tears filled my eyes.
Spilling down my face
I looked up
As I did I saw a figure,
Peter....
standing in front of me.
"How?" he asks
"I don't know" I say.
" Who was he." he says.
The demons ready to finally take over,
my mind racing.
"They took you" he says.
" not yet" I say.
"Soon they will" he says.
We both knew it was true.
Neither of us making eye contact.
"What happened to you?" I question.
As blood and dirt covered his face.
"I killed them." he replies calmly.
"Why?" I ask.
"For you"
