Peter Pan and the Shadows ( Peter Pan x reader)

Chapter Two: The Burning

(trigger warning, abuse and death)

I toppled over falling onto the floor, I felt sharp wood splinters tear their way into my hands and knees. My head bouncing against the wall in front of me a dull ache on the already forming bump. Slamming the door behind her, she picked me up once more by the elbow and yanked me behind her as she descended down the basement stairs the glowing light of the old wood furnace casting the world in an evil orange glow. Two fire stockers hung from the beast's mouth like toothpicks or bones of its last meal. I felt the hunger heat as she tossed me to the ground.

Ms. Maudred grabbed the old patch work i wore as clothing tearing it from my body, tossing it aside. I thanked my stars she didn't notice Peter. I sat on the cold concrete in only thin undergarments , though the heat of the flame heated me it filled me with dread. Her hands twitch as she looked at the metal stockers before rapping her fat sausage fingers around one. Pulling the pole from the hot coals she smiled at me with angry eyes,the glowing red tip reflecting in them giving her a demonic look. This wouldn't before the first time she had used the stocker on me but would lessen the burn.

She giggled like a deranged child as pressed the burning metal to my stomach, I could feel it charing its shape into my skin. Ms. Muadred dragged it across my stomach for a second before placing it back in the mouth of the monster. I wish I could say I was strong , that I didn't cry but I did. I wept large flowing tears choking on my sobs but I didn't scream. I would never scream. The sharp ache flowed through my whole body, I glanced down at my already scarred stomach the new burn made the mosaic look almost finished, But she wasn't finished. Ms. Muadred had just begun.

"Scream you little bitch! You ungrateful whore scream!You know you want to" Her voice cracked as she began kicking my side, the toe of her boot leaving sores some on already existing bruises. It didn't take long for her to calm down, she took a breath and fixed her hair before returning to the other kids. Locking the door behind her leaving in the basement.

I laid numbly , the pain leaving my brain mush empty of everything for moments, seconds,hours. My body naked and curled into a ball as I stared at the furnace. I could see the fire dancing consuming all before it,it moved as it did that night. I could still hear the bombs. I was back to that night.

A nine year old should never have to hide in a bomb shelter. Yet all of london had to worry . The children had yet to be sent to the countryside but that wasn't something id have to worry about.Wt huddled together and prayed we and our neighbors would be spared. But luck is just a child's story and hope is a fools dream. The bomb never hit us the shrapnel however did not , some way or another our building caught flame. The sirens were late the bombs had already started when its wail began. I was asleep in my room as we all good little girls should have been. My mother and father in the study. I don't remember what woke me but I felt scared, sitting up i looked around the dark room. The sound of my mother's screaming tore me from a groggy state to fight or flight.

My heart was pounding as I tore my bedroom door open I could barely breathe, the hall engulfed in orange hellish flames. A dark black smoke creeping around the corners. I pulled my robe sleeve up to my face and I fumbled down the stairs following the screaming.

"Muma!Muma! Daddy!" I shouted my lungs filling with the smoke stinging my throat.

"(Y/n) please run! Don't stay here my dear! Run (N/n)!" my mother sobbed her hair burning her dress turned to ash. Her eyes , oh her eyes. They were her brilliant (e/c) . Eyes I adored so much as I had a matching pair. Eye always filled with calm and love now reflected the flames. Her eyes showing pain and fear the skin around her eyes erupting in blisters and red skin.

The fear that had already bloomed inside me exploded in pure terror. My mother how was once beautiful was now a charred hollow shell. My father more than likely already ash. My knees buckled and my feet burned as I ran climbing over wood and chairs. The mountain of rubble growing i climbed up and threw the holds and over the pillars. But it wasn't strong I could feel it shift giving away under my weight. It gave out from under me leaving to fall.

My fingers wrap around the plank of wood pulling myself up. Ash and embers landing and burning my (S/c) skin. I could see the moon light a cool blue against the angry red. I crawled pulling myself closer to the possible escape. A window stood before me it looked untouched, I remember reaching for the leg what was once a table. My small burned hands barely able to hold the heavy oak. With what little strength I had left I slammed it into the glass window. As the window shattered shards of glass falling to the floor.

And as suddenly as it had come back it was gone again. I was in a basement next to the furnace. I was in the orphanage alone, naked and in pain. I was small and burned as I was then. Why did I do this to myself.

Because its fun

I reached my hand out grabbing onto the torn patch work clothing pulling it towards me. I pulled the coarse fabric over tender skin. Though ripped more than before it was clothing it left me less bare. I felt the weight on my hip my hand retrieving the item from my pocket and pulling it into my chest. Breaking down into pained tears once more as I clutched the Peter Pan doll to my chest. Why won't he come, why can't he take me away. I wish i could fly away from this place, fly off to Neverland. I won't have to deal with Ms. Maudred and I could play pranks and have fun.