So I just wanted to shoutout the amazing Colettehatesyou for making this super freaking cute drawing of Peter & Finn!! Seriously, she's amazingly talented and you should also check out her art page on instagram @hellyesart !!! Go do it!! You will not regret it! ❤️

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Laying on the plush cushion of my bed, one hand one behind my head while the other tossed up the empty napkin to the cookie I had stolen into my bedroom. As my eyes gazed over the surroundings outside, a pang of guilt overcame my conscience. Here I was, my whole entire world literally seated on a soft, white lining of clouds while Laney was out there surrounded by the darkness of the world. Why was it that my world could seem so quiet, so peaceful, compared to hers? Why did we have to be torn lightyears apart from each other?

    A soft knock on my bedroom door startled me out of my thoughts. "Come in...," I uttered, not taking my gaze away from the paper ball that was floating in mid-air.

    Finn's attention was on the paper ball that floated about three feet above my body, and he smiled as he noticed that its movements were following the direction in which my finger pointed.

    "Seriously?  You were a month away and all you do when you come home is levitate a crumpled napkin?"

    Shrugging, I tossed the crumpled napkin toward his face with a flick of my finger. Finn managed to catch it right before it bopped him in the face. "And I also expected that," he said with a boyish smirk. Noticing that he had left the door open, he glided toward the door and closed it.

    "Hey, your flying has gotten faster," I complimented with a nod. My praise made his emerald irises shimmer as he glowed with pride.

    Taking a quick bow, my smiley brother once again flashed me his famous grin. "I've been praticing while you've been gone."

    Propping muyself up on my bed, I leaned my body on a pillow. "Wow, seems like a lot has happened while I was gone. A new skill, a new secret," I said while wiggling my eyebrows in a teasing manner.

    A light blush overcame Finn's face, as he knew exactly to what I was refering to.

    "Goodness, what else did I miss?"

    Finn shrugged, "Eh, what else can I say? Nothing really, just normal school stuff. Mom and dad are just hanging in there like always."

    "Have they been strict lately?"

    "Nope, they've been pretty cool with me," he said as he sprawled himself out on the wooden floorboards.

    "But what's really concerning me," he continued, "Is you."

    Cocking an eyebrow at him, I was curious as to where this conversation was headed. Which of my other flaws did Finn want to point out now?    

    "And exactly why is that?"

    "You seem so sad, dude. What's up with you?"

    "I'm mentally drained is all."

    "And there go the excuses again."

    Glaring at him, he ignored my gesture. "Seriously Pete, I'm wondering if you should take a break is all. These assignments.....it's like they've been taking the life out of you. First Ryan, now Laney."

    As I felt a fire rage within my body, my body swiftly went into defense mode. A scared expression glued onto his face when he saw the flames dancing in my eyes. "Ryan was sick! He was a ten year old kid! How in the world do you not expect me to react to that? His body was shriveling away, eating itself alive. And I couldn't do nothing about it!"

    Finn began inching away from me little by little, pushing his back up against the nearest wall. After a few seconds of panting, my eyes squeezed together and a little tear slipped out of the corner of my eye. "And Laney is.....Laney is just gone." And there rolled the little droplets of water down the sides of my eyes, rolling down my chest into this never ending abyss.

"But this is exactly what I was talking about, Pete," Finn spoke softly. He stood up and took soft steps toward me as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's eating away at you."

And being quite honest with myself, I think he was right. Some of these assignments did take a toll on my body, on my mental health. In a way, there was no way that I was able to blame Finn for being concerned because I would be the same way with him.

"I'm not doing it because I'm trying to be a....a dust spitter," he said, whispering the last two words so mom and dad wouldn't hear him uttering those forbidden swear words. Raising an eyebrow at his sudden change of words, he shook his head. "How can you of all people be correcting me?"

"That's beside the point," I uttered.

"You're beside the point," he mocked, making his voice an octave higher. "Now if you'll just listen to me instead of focusing on my colorful vocabulary, you'll see that I'm actually concerned about you. I think you need to talk to The Council and tell them to lay off you for a while."

"But it's my duty," I protested.

"No, no, no. That's where you're wrong. The Council chose you since when you were a toddler. They saw how compassionate you were and they took advantage of you. Tell me Peter, did you ever really get a say in your own future?"

And once again, Finnegan Pan made a valid point. From the age of six, they determined that I was going to be the one being from Neverland who would go down to Earth and mend broken hearts. Yet, they never really thought about the fact that mine was breaking in the process. In the end, The Council forced this upon my parents, upon Finn, upon me. They were the ones who brought this idea upon my parents and what else were my mom and dad to do but say yes?

So they kept a close eye on me, they shaped me, they indirectly formed me into the person they wanted me to be- this robotic being that was only filled with selflesness and compassion for others. Yet, would it be a crime if I decided that I wanted to be selfish? That I wanted to have the freedom that every other person on Neverland had?

With the realization that Finn's words were true, my eyes widened. "No. I never did get a say."

Finn's lips pursed together as his eyebrows scrunched together in the middle of his forehead. "My point exactly."

    Finn's eyes searched my face as he knawed at his lip. "All I'm saying is that you've been going down to Earth since you were thirteen. Maybe it's time you took a break."

    He didn't get it, he just didn't get it. These people depended on me, they needed me. How was I to feel if I left my duties unattended? I would be deemed a fool, a failure. Putting a frustrated hand through my hair I sighed. "I wish I could do that Finn, but I have duties to fulfill."

    "I'm telling you man, just-"

    "I'm telling you as your brother to just let it go," I said, sternly holding his gaze. A thick silence hung in the air between us, a tension over which of us had the most valid point. But at this point, it was just best if Finn dropped it. I know that he had all the best intentions, but Finn would never have this responsibility in his hands. He would never know how much of a curse this Earthly experience could be.

    "Fine," he said throwing his hands up in the air.

    Rolling over on my side, I stared outside the window where the sky was fading into a rich shade of violet. Regardless if the night were able to cure the worries of the day, it wasn't able to cure my mourning heart.

© Lightning_Stryker 2017

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