Miss Peregrine's Peculiars

Broken.

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Miss Peregrine's POV

When my mother and father were murdered, I was devastated. But when Victor died I was even more so. I'm horrified by the fact that I didn't save him.

I turn over to blow the lantern out and close my eyes.

{Dream}

The children glare at me, slowly approaching me with cold eyes.

"It's all your fault....Victor's dead.... Because of you.... We hate you, Miss P....You didn't protect us...." They spit.

Bronwyn lunges at me, squeezing her fingers tighter around my throat. I scream as I take a shallow, thin breath.

I see them all shoot venom at me. Then all my nightmares come true. One by one, their eyes become a milky white.

Suddenly a small voice screams.

"Miss P! Miss Peregrine! Miss Peregrine!"

{End of dream}

Enoch stands over me with panic written all over his face. Bronwyn stands to his right, tears streaming down her face. Fiona to the left, clutching Hugh's hand.

"You were screaming," says Enoch, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

"I was? Oh, dear. I'm sorry to wake you. Bronwyn come here," I say, reaching to her. I pull her strong form into my pale arms.

"I'm okay, you're okay. We are all alright, there's no need to cry. What's the matter?" I whisper in her ear.

"You were screaming. I came in first and you were talking in your sleep. You said "Bronwyn, please. I tried, I tried to save him. I just couldn't. Please!" You were pleading with me. Like I was about to kill you," She says as waves of tears spill over her lashes. She embraces me tighter, sobbing.

"It doesn't matter, it was just a dream," I reassure her.

"But what if I am becoming a monster? I wouldn't ever hurt anyone good, would I?" She questions, unsure.

"You're not a monster, you would not hurt anyone good. For you are peculiar," I say with a wink.

She smiles through the slowing tears. Sleep well she tells me. Enoch nods and takes her arm and leads her to her room.

"Miss P, are you going to be alright? We were ever so worried," asks Hugh.

"We just need you to know, we love you and think you are amazing. Ain't she Hugh?" Says Fiona.

"Isn't she, dear," I correct her.

"Yes, she is absolutely wonderful, and if we want her to not be irritable in the morning, we best let her sleep," Replies Hugh.

Fiona kisses my cheek and Hugh nods as they leave. Then I am left in the darkness. But it doesn't matter. Broken people always have cracks and crevasses, that's how the light gets in.