Peter Malone: Full POV Collection

Secrets

~Peter's Pov~

After my big fight yesterday and my horrifying experience in the tattoo place I had gone to bed. Now I had awaken and found myself just sitting in bed, thinking. Everyone in this pack was strange. Ivy and Ashton with their game. Wolf, Tyson, and Racine with their secrets. Jason, Usagai and Wyatt with, actually I didn't know what was creepy about them, but there has to be something, right? Felony, Dante and Aidan with their strange friendship. Sadie with her creepy tattoo. James with his creepy obsession with Talia. Then there is Talia. I can't seem to figure her out, but she sure is strange. Sky is just shy so she is going to be tricky to get close to. I just want one day, just on day, all to myself. You know I could escape Dante's creepiness if I leave now. The thought brought me some strange kind of joy. Okay I've decided I'm leaving right now and hiding from Dante. I quickly got up and cautiously opened the door. I looked around, no Dante in sight. I rushed as fast as I could to the entrance, trying not to let Dante see me. I did it, I escaped! I thought as I reached the clearing outside the camp. Wait a second what if Dante isn't in the camp, I looked it the entrance, but in the forest? I looked back out to the forest. Ahhh I can never escape him! I have to hide! Just for one day. I carefully worked my way through the forest until I found a small pond. I've never seen this before. I climbed up a tree next to the pond and looked over to it. The water was truly beautiful. I heard footsteps coming from behind me, oh please don't be Dante. The footsteps got closer and soon enough someone appeared at the waters edge, it was Sky. She bent down to pick up a flower that had been blooming near the water. She held it in her hands and began to pick the petals off and throw them into the water. She looked sad, I wonder what was bothering her? Once she had taken all the petals off she dropped what was left of the flower into the water. She put her brown hair into a braid and sat down on a log that was at the edge of the water. Her green eyes started to fill with tears and she put her head down. She put her hands to her eyes and started to cry. I felt bad, but I didn't want to let her know I had been here this whole time watching her. She picked up a potted blue rose which was sitting next to the log. A goose came walking up towards her and she wiped away her tears. She pet the goose and it walked away. She looked at the blue rose then threw the pot across the pond and screamed. What was she doing to the beautiful flower she had planted? Her behavior wasn't making much sense. She stood up and looked at the broken pot and the now crushed rose. "Do you love me now father?" She said before turning around and silently walking away from the pond. I got down from the tree and walked over to the broken pot. I picked up the pieces and carried them back over to the log. I set them down and looked over to the rose. I thought of the words Sky had spoken. Was the rose a symbol of her father and the pot like a symbol of her heart? I guess it didn't really make much sense. Now my day alone had turned into a day full of questions, the thing I tried so hard to avoid. I looked to the forest where Sky had disappeared. She walked back through and stood there facing me. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She told me quietly. "Sky is the rose a symbol of your father and the pot a symbol of your heart?" I asked her, I had to know if I was right. "Yes." She said looking down. She looked up though and looked me straight in the eyes. She walked towards me and I was not expecting what she did next. She threw her arms around me to give me a hug. "So in a way it's like you fixed my broken heart when you picked up the pieces of the pot." She whispered in my ear and I smiled. She truly was something special. Like a rose in the garden full of weeds.

~Sky's Pov~

I sat in the trees above the camp, a silent observer as life passes by. I wonder how my rose is doing? Should I go to the pond and check it out? I walked across the branches of the trees without a sound. Being shy is kind of a lonely existence. I wish I had the courage to say how I felt to people. I wish I was more then a mere person in the background. I can observe so much by just looking at person, but what good is it when I don't even have the courage to speak to them. I climbed down branches until I was in a small clearing. The pond was just a little ways away now. I walked through the forest, you could hear my footsteps from a mile away, but I didn't care. Mother I wonder how you are up there. Would you be upset with what I have become? It's Father's fault really, he made me this way. I got closer to the pond. I walked into the small clearing that the pond was in through the bushes. I walked over to a small flower that was blooming near the water, so pretty. I bent down and plucked it out of the ground. I stood at the waters edge and started to pluck the petals off. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, I went to pluck the last petal off, he loves me not. I watched it fall into the water. So silent, so pretty, left there to die. I dropped what was left of the flower into the water. I put my long brown hair into a braid and sat down on a log near the water. I could feel my eyes started to fill with tears and I put my head down. The quietest people are filled with the most pain. I put my hands to my eyes and started to cry. There was no point to hold back my tears, like rain on a cloudy day. I reached down to pick up the potted blue rose that I had cared for and nurtured for so long. A goose came walking towards me, it was white, what a lovely color. I wiped away my tears and pet the goose. It walked away, that's right little goose go home to your family, I'm sure they miss you. I looked at the blue rose and remembered my mother's funeral where he had laid a blue rose and I had laid red. When I looked at this rose I felt pain, sorrow and betrayal. I threw the pot across the pond and screamed. I felt so betrayed. I loved this flower, I had nurtured this flower and I watched this flower grow. Now it lay there nothing but a crushed rose and a shattered pot. The pot was my heart and the rose was my father, how I hated him so much. "Do you love me now father?" I said before turning away and walking into the forest. Are you proud of what I have become father? One day I will crush you like I had done to that rose. I heard footsteps by the pond and walked back to the bushes which I had left. There stood Peter picking up the broken pieces of my pot. He carried them back over to the log and set them down. Why had he done that? It was broken, but he picked it up. I felt my heart mending and I looked at Peter. I walked back into the clearing and stood facing him. "I'm sorry you had to see that." I told him quietly, for I was ashamed of what he had saw. "Sky is the rose a symbol of your father and the pot a symbol of your heart?" He asked me and I felt my heart stop, he understood. Someone had understood my pain. "Yes." I said looking down. I would not be afraid of him no more. He understood me and my heart. I looked up and looked straight into his eyes. When I looked at him I felt love, understanding and forgiveness. I walked straight towards him and did something I hadn't down for a long time. I threw my arms around him and I hugged him. "So in a way it's like you fixed my broken heart when you picked up the pieces of the pot." I whispered into his ear and I could feel him smile. I was once a mere star in a sky fall of others, but now I was the moon.