Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 21 - 'Will-Power'

"Get off of me!" I yell, directed towards absolutely no one. I struggle against the grip of the strong men once more, though I was loosing all hope that I'd ever escape them.

"Please!" I yell, a desperate tone in my voice. And that's when the hallucinations and flashbacks start.

I'm scared to look back, knowing that the sight of two strong men forcing me into there grip will remind me of the days back home. When my father would do these things to me. When he would grab me, throw me on the ground. Gag me, show me no mercy. Then he'd beat me until I was seeing blue, while my skin was red.

"Stop! Please!" I yell, the thought of my father making me even more desperate to get away from this group of people.

"Let me g-!".

I'm cut short by a hand clamping over my mouth, making my eyes widen as the sight of my father doing the same plays in front of me.

"No! Please!" I yell, my voice muffled against the rough hand pressed over my mouth. I watch the sight that's still playing in front of me, my world feeling as if it's been taken over by it.

Every time they forcefully pulled me back, the image became more vivid. It reached the point where I could hear my own screams as I watched the world form into an elaborate movie. Each screen played different scenes, all including similar circumstances. Each one included, blood, brutality, un-wanted touches in places a father shouldn't touch their daughter. My eyes brimmed with tears as I was pulled back once more and pressed against the chest of the blonde haired fellow.

The rough hand is removed from my mouth, giving me enough time to catch my breathe.

"Why are you just watching!? Help me!" I yell at Snow, making her eyes widen and fill with tears. The others just watched on sadly, with a tint of confusion in their eyes. I mean, there's no real explanation to why I'm having a mental breakdown.

I give up, leaning all my weight on the strange man behind me, making him loose his balance for a split second. I try escape his grip but Hook grabs my arm. And to no ones surprise, he grabbed me where the thick black blood was now pouring from. And let me say, it hurt like crazy.

I screamed loudly as soon as his hand came in contact with my arm, making the blonde man clamp a hand over my mouth in surprise.

My eyes widened even more when the demon of a sailer began to put pressure on my tricep. Its taking everything in me not to sob right now

"We're gonna have to shut her up somehow" states Regina in a bored voice.

I shoot her a glare, but refrain when Hook squeezes my arm tightly.

"Simple" says an unknown voice. And with that I'm pulled into unconsciousness.

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I woke up, dizzy to the head and a sharp pain in the back of my neck. I tilt my head to the right before slowly turning it over to the left, quickly ridding of the sharp pain.

For a moment I felt like I was at home, as it was many, many years ago. On the nights when I couldn't sleep, so I'd climb in beside my mother and father and sleep the bad thoughts away. I was always scared something lived in my closet, as there was a human-shaped shadow always lingering at the corner of it. Turns out it was just some old, tight outfit my mother used to wear for whatever reason. I can't see how she could have ever worn such revealing clothing.

"Go to sleep my darling. When tomorrow comes, you'll wake up in a bed of daisies and all your worries will have washed away"