Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 5 - Oscar

I wake up the next day, forgetting I ever fell asleep. When I look to my side I see a sleeping Peter Pan, however he has no blanket over him. The only comfort he could have had last night was the soft grass underneath him that acted like a cushion. What's weird is I do have a blanket on me. Somehow. My guess is he brought one out, saw I was sleep, and put it over me. Which was kind of him, but I would've preferred he took it.

So up I get, looking at the adorable face of a sleeping Peter Pan, contemplating wether I should bring him to his own room or leave him be. At some point or another, I decide it wouldn't be that comfortable sleeping on the grass. I mean it's not that bad, but a soft bed would be even better. So shutting my eyes, I believe in me and him in his room. Not like that! Just him asleep in his own bed. The only reason I'm gonna be there is to make sure he's alright.

So when I open my eyes, that's all I see. Pan, asleep in the comfort of his own bed. Me, standing at the bottom of it, just to make sure he's okay. When I see that he's perfectly fine, I smile, walking out of his bedroom. I make my way down the narrow hall, thinking happily to myself.

Me and Pan have been talking more than we used to. It's weird to say considering I hardly know him, but I may have a slight crush on him. Now it's not some stupid school girls crush, it's the exact opposite.

Every time I look at him, a strange feeling builds in my chest and my stomach. Nearly like thousands of butterflies trying to escape. Rather than finding it annoying and brushing it off, I find comfort in it. Mostly because I know why they're there. And I know I can't deny my feelings for the so called, 'monster', that is Peter Pan.

That's another thing I feel needs to be discussed. I've never actually seen that side of Pan. And something tells me that he doesn't want me to see it. Because every time he looks me in the eye, he looks away only seconds later. As if I'm going to find out his entire life story by simply looking at him. He doesn't seem to want that. So I try my best to stay out of his business.

All the negatives, I tend to look at as positives. So if I'm being honest, angry Pan sort of turns me on. So I can't help but feel aroused when I think of him being evil. It scares me that I not only find it attractive, but would feel completely fine with him doing horrible things. Mostly because I know how dark I can be, and how hard it is to forget about it. It's like a drug. You want more of it. You want more power. You enjoy ripping people away from the ones they love. It makes you feel monstrous, and you love it. Yet the word 'monster' feels like venom being injected into every ounce of your blood when someone else says it.

If someone was to call you a 'monster', it would feel painful right? To agree with there statement, but only realise it's used as an insult when they blurt it out. They hiss at you, every word they're saying like poison. But bruises turn to scars once they blurt out the truth, and you realise how painful honesty is. The truth is, you're a monster. Born from the Devils Backbone. You share flesh and blood with darkness.

You'll take it as a compliment when you say it yourself, but when it leaves someone else's mouth is when you realise the giant stab wound on your chest.

Now I'm not one to get sentimental, but if I heard someone using 'monster' as an insult on someone else, I'd be sure to express my emotion. Most likely in a way I'd regret later. Because no one deserves to be called monstrous.

Only now do I realise I'm standing at Pan's front door. Mostly because I walked into it, making a loud 'bang!' but that is entirely against the point. I've been so busy daydreaming that I caused myself a nose bleed. Great.

I sigh, opening the door for myself. I've also been so busy daydreaming, I hadn't even realised the thunder outside.

"Really? It's like 6:00 in the morning. Get your shxt together sky" I mutter, happy that Pan's front porch provides shelter.