Robbie Kay / Peter Pan Imagines

Dark one

I am done with him. After so many goddamn months I am done with him. He has messed with me for too long.

Giving me all the chores, not allowing me to eat for atleast two days. Hunting all the time, practising all the time. Not letting me sleep till late in the night, waking me up for whatever stupid reason.

I am done with it. He has messed with me for too long and I can't take it anymore. I am leaving his goddamn camp. And especially the demon himself.

I throw the bucket into the lake and sit down on a rock. I am furious. It's the fifth fucking time he sent me to get water. Mostly I go only two times, but I have no damn idea, why I had to take three more.

The way to the lake is far and I can't take a shortcut, unless I want to die of dreamshade.

I almost got the urge to throw the fucking bucket at his head and to push him to the ground.

He would've killed me.

I sigh and get the urge to cry, but I hold it in. I stand up and take the bucket out of the lake. I stand there for a few with my feet in the water.

I will leave, today. After I bring the bucket I'll slip into my tent, take some food and I will leave.

I will run and I will keep running until I reach something responsible to stay for a while. Maybe just a simple tree or a cave, maybe even the indian tribe.

But they would think I'm a spy or something and they say the tribe is hard to find.

I take a deep breath and start walking back, ignoring the feeling of all the risks that may come afterwards.

*

I arrive at camp and walk up to the clearing where I see Pan. I head straight for him, stop infront of the devil and place the bucket at his feet.

I stare at him, waiting for him to give me another chore. He stays quiet, staring at me with his evil green eyes. One of his eyebrows is raised.

I turn around and want to walk away.

"Y/N," Pan stops me in my tracks. I don't turn around and wait for his demand.

"After a few minutes I want you to be here and clean the mess up," he says with his cold voice. I clench my fists.

"Am I your fucking assistance, do I look like a fucking service to you!?"

I stay quiet despite my thoughts. I walk off to my tent and as I enter it I start mumbling cusswords meant for Pan.

I take a brown bag and start putting necessary things in it. My compass, dagger, blanket, some clothes and an empty bottle. I swing it around one of my small shoulders and sneak out of my tent.

I grab some apples and bread from a bucket close to the campfire and immediately turn around, into the forest.

As I put my food into my bag I start running. I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I don't look back, I barely look out for dreamshade. I just want to get as far as possible from that demon.

I hate him so much I can't even express it. I won't, unless I want Pan to find me much easier.

I run until the sun starts to set, after hours I decide to stop running completely and to look for a good tree to sleep in.

As soon as I find one I climb into it, getting as high as I can. After reaching the top I sit down, lean against the trunk and admire the view.

The stars are shining bright, the ocean in the distance seems to be peaceful and I am getting a little scared.