Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 24 - 'Well, We've Only Got The World Against Us'

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The past few weeks have been,... Interesting. We're all fighting in the same war, our side has got a pirate who loves screaming, yet no one is making a move. No one has taken action. And that is very worrying.

At this very moment however, I'm sitting lazily by the bonfire that is slowly burning out. Something about watching the flames fade away is so upsetting and beautiful.

I watch as it dances away, fades to ashy black, like everything else around me. Coming to this island was the best thingdd I've ever done, but I've never been so heartbroken and lost in my life. Everything at home was bad because I felt unloved, and now everything is going to shit because I loved too much. There's no winning. Everything fades to black. Everything that starts as a burning flame, ends in a pile of crushed up coal that'll burn you if you try relighting the fire.

Resting my sface in my hands, I quickly realise I'm crying. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, because only now do I realise how crap everything is.

I cry for Oscar, I cry for Peter, I cry for the group of idiots on the other side of the island. I've been running on anger the past while, and I'm quickly realising nothing is as good as it seemed.

All Oscar wanted was a happy life, or maybe a rabbit. All Peter wants is to have a happy life free of Pan, and I'm dragging him down. All the group of not so much idiots wants is to have a member of their family back. And I know exactly what that's like.

And as my will and my lungs gave out, crying turned to sobbing. So I sobbed for my mother, and my father, and my boyfriend, and the boy I would call my son. I sobbed for everything wrong in the world that I somehow managed to escape, even though there is other people going through the same that deserve to leave much more than I do.

I sobbed because I didn't know it hurt so bad until now.

But in my sadness and grief and pain, I didn't hear the sound of footsteps behind me.

"Who's there?" I choke out, wiping the mess of tears off of my cheeks and darting onto my feet. I turn around and am met with the sweet yet sympathetic face of the black haired woman from before.

"Leave" I warn, though it's more an order than a request. I hate people seeing me cry, and I'm not just crying, I'm sobbing.

She says nothing, simply walks over to the fire and starts making an attempt to relight it.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, genuinely confused as to why she's here.

"I was sent by the rest to convince you to join us, but I'm not in the mood for that after seeing you so upset"

Nothing but a soft silence followed, as I had no idea what to say after hearing the honesty in her voice. I was going to tell her to leave, but she seemed set on staying here.

With the bonfire relit, and my tears dried, the silence continued. All to be heard was the crackling of the flames.

The pretty woman, who I'm slowly picking up is called Snow, stands up and brushes the dirt and crushed leaves off her knees.

"So, what's wrong?" she asks, carefully standing beside me. She hovered for a minute beforehand, almost in question, before sitting down beside me and facing me directly.

"I don't see why you'd care. All you guys have done is take from us" I shakily reply, my throat dry and sore. A lump was forming in my throat, though I was trying my best to refrain from crying again. I turned my head away from her, looking at the ground to my right and biting harshly on my lip.