Miss Peregrine's Peculiars

With my eyes closed

Disclaimer, none of the beautiful characters are mine...😳😳😳

Miss Peregrine's POV

Brandie used to sit on the window sill in the library. I used to tell her otherwise, she might fall. She would tell me she had good balance and promised she wouldn't slip.

Then one day she did.

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"Brandie dear, come down. You could fall and hurt yourself," I say kindly.

She gives me her sad, little smile. I never know what it means.

"It's okay, I won't. I'll be okay," She reassures me sweetly.

I exhale and walk slowly away and she begins to stare out the window at the ground again. I turn and look at her when I reach the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

Brandie Myléne. She spends most of her time with Enoch or staring at something. I suppose she needs someone to talk to every now and again, I guess she just likes Enoch.

One day I was pottering around upstairs and I hear a small whimpering. I crept into her room and found her rocking herself, crying her eyes out. She never told me what was wrong she just cried and I took her in my arms. She slowly calmed and then thanked me and walked away.

I called after her, but she kept walking, on and on.

And then a few mornings later, I woke to find her gone. I woke Emma and let her know I was going. Then I ran and called for her. I went everywhere, I sprinted to the lighthouse, and there, standing at the top, was Brandie. I screamed for her, but she jumped. I ran to her and collapsed on my knees by her side.

Her breathing was shallow. She clutched my arm.

"Thank you Miss...I'm sorry," She whispered, then a few seconds later her pulse sputtered and died. Tears fell down my face.

I noticed her... but I didn't do anything. I should have took her hand and led her into light. But I didn't.

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Enoch hurts the most, he still cries. He still sits in the basement gazing at nothing, just like she did. He won't though. He knows how much Brandie killed me. He wouldn't. He couldn't, could he?

When she died I found the cuts, her stomach was doused in them. And I never realized, what kind ymbryne am I? What kind of person am I?

I loved her, like my own. But she left.

She couldn't take the pain.

A/n Hi, so yeah. That was fun! Not... This one is dedicated to onepeculiarchild, they have been so amazing! Out of this world! I hope it was alright! Please comment, let me know.

Lots of Love!

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