Ever since that night of truth, dare, or die Pan had been avoiding me. It's clear why, I mean it's understandable how awkward it is for him. It's awkward for me too. Not that I'm complaining! Pan hasn't sent me to do anything brutal when I would rather sleep in so that's a plus. Felix commonly teases me about the whole thing. We have gotten closer now that he has made an effort to notice I exist. But how could he not? I mean, he's Pan's right hand boy and after that night of course there is now a tie between Pan, him, and I.
Most mornings after I wake up I go down to a small cave in the woods to shower in privacy and think. Pan doesn't notice when I'm gone, which is good. No, that's a lie. He knows EVERYTHING about this island so he knows but he doesn't care too much. Where would I go anyway? I have a hideout at the cave that consists of a small bed, a tiny toilet, mini sink, the waterfall/shower, and a small shelf that holds many things. Mainly those things are food, fun objects, resources, weapons, and little treasures I find around camp and Neverland.
I also have a notebook there that I write EVERYTHING in. It mainly consists of my conflicted feelings towards Pan. Don't get me wrong, I would still jump at the chance to kill him and run- but now I have to sort some stuff out. I cannot let my emotions get the best of me. They normally do and when the do- I lose all control. I am there, aware of everything but my body is not my own and I do terrible things to people I love without a choice. It's a terrible feeling.
It was early one morning that I sat in this cave that I have begun to call The Escape and thought about myself, Pan, and emotion itself. Me caring for Pan was stupid and ridiculous but I couldn't help but question it. Could I actually want him to maybe not die? Like, it's not like I wanted to give him the world or give him stuff or something. But maybe I was beginning to want him to not be dead and coated in his own blood.
It wasn't much, nothing to place your money on- but it was a valid thought. It was almost nothing, so dim you could almost never see it, but it was there. The smallest spark.
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The Voice Inside my Head (Peter Pan OUAT Fanfic.) UNDER EDITING
FanfictionIt all started with a game of truth, dare, or die and escalated from there. But every relationship has its ups and downs and Abigail and Peter are no exception. After Abigail realizes that she is a target of something big, she knows that she put he...
