Peter Pan Imagines

Flickers Of Days Past

Third Person POV

So much had changed within Peter over an extended period of time. His morals were nonexistent, and his character had been worn ragged.

He felt no remorse for anyone. Why should he?

He'd experienced enough to know that nothing good or beneficial came from caring for others and their wellbeing. Caring had been a vulnerability that led to great agony. The affliction that came with caring had left a hollowness in both his heart and soul.

No one had been concerned about him or his wellbeing. His sound state of mind was tested so severely to the very edge of the cliff face that led to insanity. All that anyone had ever cared about was discussing his hardships whenever he was mentioned. They saw it as innocuous gossip, but their slander wrenched open his scarred mind and deeply wounded the lugubrious youth.

He sought reprieve from the indefinite torture and he found it, but that soon departed from him as well, and he was cast back into the throes of suffering once more.

It became a constant pattern for him. Once he'd been graced with the rarity of relief, it was torn down and replaced with an anguish even worse than the one before. It pained him even more to know what peace felt like only to lose it all over again.

And then Neverland found him. A lowly, lost child. Unwanted and unloved by all but one. The one who loved him, his son, was sent away by him. He didn't want him to become as damaged as he.

As time went on, he found himself and discovered who he truly was. A ruthless, savage, malevolent creature. He knew this and felt satisfied with it. This island, his escape from reality, had liberated him.

And for the first time in all of his life, Peter Pan truly felt free.