Peter Pan Imagines

Delightful Affliction

Reader's Pov
Peter had been acting more enigmatic than usual. There were moments where he would act like the incorrigible person that I was familiar with. And then there were times that he would say something that almost, yet not quite, sounded like praise. I decided to go to his tent and confront him.

No one was allowed to go in there, and I was no exception, but I had stopped caring a long time ago. I walked in only to see him preparing to exit himself. Before he could comment about my attempt to enter his tent, I asked him about what had been plaguing my mind for the past few weeks.

"What's going on with you? You've been acting different." He arched an eyebrow.

"Different? You're going to have to clarify, what do you mean by, 'different'?" Peter inquired.

"I'm talking about the sporadic mood changes. One minute you're acting as contemptible as usual, and the next you're actually attempting to be cordial with me."

He rolled his eyes." You're delusional, even if I was acting different, it's not like it would mean anything."

I crossed my arms and stood my ground, not to be swayed. There was something different about him, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. A few of the other boys realized a difference in their leader's behavior, but we're too scared to talk about it for fear of him hearing. I harbored no fear or apprehension when confronting Peter. I was determined to understand his sudden change in behavior towards me.

"What kind of an idiot do you take me for? I know that you're acting different and just about everyone around the camp does too. There's no use in denying it."

He glared at me before walking forward and stopping only when we were centimeters away from each other. "Do you have any idea how much I despise you? Everything you do, from the simplest look, is a mockery to me. Tell me, do you revel in the idea of torturing me every second, every minute, every hour! Is the idea of my perpetual torment that appealing to you?" He finished angrily.

I had gotten my answer, but it hadn't been what I was expecting. I found myself getting agitated. It wasn't fair for him to blame me for his emotional turmoil." I don't just spend my every waking moment thinking of ways to make your life miserable! If I'm so determined to torture you, why haven't you sent me away yet? You're only torturing yourself by making me stay here!" I said frustratedly.

He merely shook his head and brushed past me, walking out into the mist-filled camp. I glared at his retreating form before storming off, angrier than before.

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