Petra's POV

I can't sleep.

I couldn't stop thinking.

Thinking about my brother, my sharp words, and him fussing about me going to London. I couldn't forget seeing the city that I once called home or forget the guilt is slowly eating me alive.

I'm such a terrible sister.

I slowly sat up from my bed. My head was slightly pounding and my eyes were trying to shut down, but my brain made sure that I stayed awake. I squinted my eyes to see the moonlight peeking through my window. A small yawn escaped from my lips, but I urged my sleepy body to move.

I slowly got out of my bed leaving the warmth behind. I rearranged my tangled brown locks and patted my wrinked pjs which consist of a loose shirt with sweatpants around my waist and fuzzy green socks. I sighed before a small yawn escaped from my mouth.

Due to my laziness, I snapped my fingers and was magically teleported in front of my brother's bedroom door. I twisted the knob and just welcomed myself in before closing the door. The lamp light was turned on and I shielded my eyes from the brightness.

" Petra? " , my brother's voice questioned.

" Turn off the light. " , I pleaded quietlty.

" It's not going to kill you. " , my brother said annoyed.

" Just please do, Peter. " , I whispered quietly.

I sensed the light disappearing and I uncovered my eyes to be welcomed by darkness again. My eyes adjusted to the dimness and I found my brother sitting against his bed with crossed arms.

" Peter. " , I whispered very softly.

" You look like you haven't gotten any sleep, love. " , my older brother said with concern.

" I can't sleep. " , I sighed sadly.

" Was it because I yelled at you? " , he frowned.

" No. I just couldn't sleep without knowing that I hurt your feelings. " , I replied.

" I'm fine, Petra. " , he said.

" No, you are not. " , I stated. " I shouldn't have pushed you away like that and especially call you a name. I should know better. "

" Love. " , he begun.

" I'm sorry for disappearing like that. I just missed London and I had to see the city again. And I was being stubborn because I knew that you would scold me, but I didn't listen to my conscious. I'm such a terrible sister. " , I sniffled.

" Come here, little one. " , Peter whispered.

I slowly nodded before approaching the side of my brother's bed. He scooted to the other side of his bed and patted the empty space next to him.

" Lie down. " , He said.

I nodded before lying down in his bed. I pulled the covers up to my neck and snuggled into the bed before sighing in relief. Then I felt Peter stroke my hair gently to calm me down.

" Peter. I know you are mad at me and probably hate me, so go ahead punish me or something. " , I mumbled quietly.

" Are you one of my lost boys? " , Peter questioned me.

" I'm a girl, obviously. " , I replied in a duh tone.

" Then I don't see a need to punish you. " , Peter poked my cheek. " But that doesn't mean I'm going to let it slide. "

I groaned in annoyance before burying my face into the pillow. Peter lightly chuckled before patting my back gently.

" It's just a favor that I need you to do for me. " , he assured me.

I looked up to my silbing and raised my eyebrow before my lips formed a thin line. I know my brother has his sneaky ways of getting what he wants. And whatever he wants always involves doing something cruel.

" No. " , I stated.

" No? I haven't said anything, love. " , Peter giggled lightly.

" I'm not getting rid of Devin. He is staying. " , I said sternly.

Devin is one of my brother's lost boys. Probably his least favorite lost boy. Why? Because that boy has a big mouth and isn't afraid to use it. I had to step in and fight for Devin because he was just a fourteen year old boy and also because he is a good friend of mine.

" Devin isn't involved. " , my brother muttered.

" Good. " , I said before kicking his leg underneath the covers.

" You are such a child. " , my brother huffed.

" What am I suppose to do? Grow up? " , I asked giving him a look.

" What? No. " , Peter shook his head.

" Then tell me the favor. " , I nudged his arm.

" I need you to visit a group of doctors for me and trick them by giving them pain. " , my mischievous brother darkly chuckled.

" That's harsh, Peter. Without doctors, people would die. " , I muttered.

" Petra. These aren't your regular doctors that you find at the hospital. These doctors are special. " , Peter clarified.

" Special? " , I questioned.

" They are called Dread Doctors. A group of evil doctors that lurk in a town called Beacon Hills. " , Peter explained.

A/N: I just wanted to say that Peter and Petra are silbings. I know people may find it weird that they are in the same bed at night, but they are just silbings who have a close bond with one another.

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