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TRIGGER WARNING! If you don't think you can handle it then do not read ahead, and please do not hesitate to tell someone if you're going through anything remotely like this. my dms are always open, and it took me a long time to understand its ok to tell someone when you're hurting. 

this one hits a little close to home

             Fandom: Once Upon A Time
                                Peter Pan

It'd been only a week or so, and you never saw Peter around. You were new to the island, so you weren't exactly used to seeing him either. When you'd first arrived the boys brought you to meet him, and he'd given you the infamous "there are no kings in Neverland but me" speech, and tried to intimidate you into compliance. He refused to tell you why you were there, so why should you be subjected to his dirty work?

However, he wasn't around enough for you to do so. You'd do your chores and keep up fine with the boys, but you didn't feel any need to submit to Pan when he was never there to boss you around in the first place. You were currently chopping away at firewood, swinging the heavy axe back and forth and not giving a damn whether or not you did it gracefully. Besides, you were alone; the camp was at least 20 yards from you. You liked it that way, though. Yes, is was dangerous to be left alone with your thoughts and nothing but, but you hadn't been given too much of an opportunity to do so in the recent. You were generally bombarded by boys, whether they picked on you for being a weak girl or they tried to include you in their sick ideas of "games."

Back home, you see, you felt alone anyways. No, you didn't have some tragic, traumatizing life event that triggered the dark thoughts, but you still had them. You don't know where it came from, but you'd always had the thoughts of how you didn't deserve to be happy. You weren't good enough for the friends you had, regardless of the fact that you were always the one to put their needs about your own. You loved them a whole lot more than you loved yourself.

And you hated yourself.

But you hadn't let Pan know that. Yes, only unhappy, lost children get taken to Neverland, so Pan knew that something was wrong with your life; upon first arrival, however, you begged the shadow not to say anything. He agreed, so long as you never tried to escape. He didn't want another earful from Pan about how reckless it was of him to bring girls onto the island, seeing as each and every one of them from the past just tried to escape. You agreed not to attempt to leave the island.

You never agreed to escaping your misery.

You hacked away at the wood, allowing your thoughts to wander to your previous home. You thought about how lonely it got with your self-deprecating thoughts. You thought about how much it hurt your friends to see you that way, despite the fact that you couldn't believe they cared at all. With every dark thought, you swung the axe a little harder until finally, it split straight through the chopping block. You narrowed your eyes and glared at it, sighing as you heaved and lifted the axe roughly from the broken, splintered wood. As you pulled the blade closer to yourself, you squinted at the reflecting light. Unknowingly, you held your breath as you ran your rough finger along the dulled blade slowly. As you did so, memory served you well and brought you back to dark times with sharper, smaller blades that left deep marks in your skin. With the memory of the blade came the memory of the remaining scars that would cease to heal due to the infinite time loop of Neverland. You dropped the axe to the ground with a thud, your hands shaking slightly as your fingers softly gripped the fabric of your sleeve, slowly beginning to roll them up. As you did, you exposed the silver-lining that patterned in every direction across your skin. You pulled the sleeves up further, eyeing the markings carefully.