Escapism Of The Lunatics

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AURORA'S POINT OF VIEW

I don't know how long I waited for him, but it felt like hours. I stayed immobile on Peter's bed; unsure whether I should leave or stay. I felt strange. My body felt strange. As if I've taken some pills that make me feel warm and fuzzy. I know I shouldn't since it's the anthesis of my actions, but I did.

There was one thing distinctive about Peter. Something that Hook, nor Tom was capable of. And it somehow cancelled out the guilt. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Peter had this way with me.

I was entranced. His voice. His grip. His control. It was a dysfunctional hybrid of ownership and lust. So fulfilling... yet it left me craving for more.

As usual, there was plenty to worry about, but I tried to empty my head. I tried to stop thinking about the guilt of betraying Thomas. He doesn't deserve someone a awful as I. He deserves so much better.

I knew he would never do something like this to me.

I still had a lot of questions left about Peter, but I wasn't sure if I was in the position to ask for answers. But still I had the strange feeling that something didn't add up. The way he had talked about Wendy, lying about killing her. Why could it be? He said it didn't matter, but it obviously did.

I sighed and sat up straight. It must be really early morning by now. I had been lying on the blanketed mattress for about an hour or so and now my head felt like it would burst. I needed a distraction. I got up looked around Peter's bedroom. It felt like I was breaking the rules somehow and I spied the room, checking if I was seen by anyone although it was empty.

It was only at that moment I remembered that I was bare. Naked. I found my undergarments laying around and shuffled them on. The wedding dress was in pieces; to attempt to wear the now shredded piece of cloth would be futile. I couldn't help but notice an oversized, green and creased up shirt resting on a chair and decided to put it on. It must have been Peter's since I've seen him wear it once or twice. It went passed my hips by a few inches to my relief. I continued search of his bedroom, hoping no spell was casted to prevent me from investing.

When that wasn't the case, I made a mental inventory of the bedroom. I concluded to stay for away from the spell books in the case. If Thomas has gotten caught so easily, then there must be some sort of spell that lets him know someone has broke into his tent.I had seen this a few times before, but still I checked the items off the list. The bed. Check. The closet. Check. I walked to the middle of the room and made a slow pirouette.

Wait... nightstands?

My body froze immediately when I spotted the nightstands. I had never opened any kind of cupboard, drawer or closet in the Peter's room, terrified to get caught. But there was no one around, and what if I just took a look, only one...

With shaking hands, I slowly walked towards the nightstand at the left side of the bed. There was only one drawer, and a larger, open compartment that was empty. I kneeled down in front of the nightstand, looked over my shoulder just to be sure and opened the drawer.

Empty.

I couldn't hide the disappointment. All the adrenaline rushed out of my body and I bit my lip. With one hand, I searched the drawer, looking for hidden spaces, crumpled notes, anything.

Still empty.

I stood up, pulled my shirt down and walked over to the other side of the bed. My hopes were significantly lower than before, partly because the other drawer had been empty.

Very slowly, scared to make a sound, I opened the drawer. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat when the contents slowly became visible, and I held my breath.