Miss Peregrine's Peculiars

Realization

Disclaimer... Song belongs to writer/singer

This is a sequel to the last oneshot.

Thanks to onepeculiarchild, you're the best!!

Bronwyn's POV

I woke with a start, sobbing and breathing heavily. I look over to see Miss Peregrine safe and sound in her bed. We may be in a cell, locked up by Miss P's brother ,Jack, but at least we are together.

Miss P's eyes flutter open to see me in tears. She climbs out of bed to come and pull me to her chest.

"You were dead, Miss P," I sob.

"I'm fine, you're fine. We are going to get out of here," She promises me.

She starts to sing softly.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
And there's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie's a hand to thine
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne,"

Miss Peregrine's POV

By the end of the song she is asleep, safe and sound as she could be, given the circumstances. Soon all will be safe and sound because we will get out of this horrible place.

It's just a matter of time.

A/n I know this is a lot like 'sunshine' and I didn't write like any of it but I couldn't really think of much else. Miss P just couldn't die.