Normal POV

"See Craig Peter Pan is a good guy, he won't hurt you" A small Craig giggled at the picture of  the boy that he cherished so much. Craig stepped onto his bed and crawled under the blue sheets. Taking the book in his hand and hugged it. His mom laughed lightly at the scene. Soon she kissed him on the forehead and told him she loved him. She turned his nightlight on with small stars that lit up the ceiling. Just when his mom closed the door he got off his bed and looked out the window. Using a step stool he opened the window as high as he can reach.

The six year old boy rested his head on the window pane. To what he was looking at was the full moon shining it's brightest. Craig dreamed about flying high with Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, and Wendy Darling. But that moment didn't last forever. There was a small clash down stairs. Alarmed the boy jumped off the stool and grabbed his Peter Pan plush. Craig slowly opened the door and stepped out of his room.

He looked over the railing. Craig jumped when the door burst open then two large men, both dressed in black with crowbars stepped inside. They looked around then at his mother. She's helpless. Craig keeps watching as his mother pleads for her life. He wants to shut his eyes but he can't. Tears start to sprout from his eyes and onto the wooden floor. She takes a blow from the crowbar. He screams and runs back into his room. He hides in his closet, behind all the clothes hanging from the pole. Craig curls up in a ball in the corner of the closet, hugging his plush and trying to stop his crying as much as he could. The two men could be heard talking lowly, stepping into each room. They then reached his room. Craig bit on his finger as he heard the door open.

His small heart thumped loudly in his chest. He can hear the footsteps getting closer to his closet. They opened it. Slowly spreading the clothes apart, then everything went quite and then he ripped the clothes off their hangers and threw them on the ground. Craig hugged his Peter Pan plush and clenched his eyes shut. The clothes revealed his small body.

Craig screamed as the intruders grab his shirt and pulled him out of the closet, making him drop the small toy. He cried as he reached for the doll but they dragged him farther away. He looked up to the mysterious person, and saw him aim the hard weapon at him then he swung. Everything went black.

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A sixteen year old Craig jumped from where he was laying. Drenched in sweat and breathing frantically. He rubbed his eyes as he stepped off his bed. The raven walked to his window and opened it, letting the bitter wind come through and breeze through his body. The curtains lifted lightly from the window giving Craig a perfect view of the moon. Full and bright. The stoic boy sighed remembering the horrid nightmare. He walked to the bathroom. The light blinded him. Craig looked at his reflection. Greasy black hair, dark bags under his eyes, the colour in his eyes had faded into a grey type of colour.

He was depressed. Parents didn't talk to him, he locks himself up in his room and refuses to eat, his friends often don't talk to him or don't do anything with him. The only thing he thinks is his friend is the moon in the sky. It felt like nothing was home. Where he could feel loved and safe, but in his world that only exists in fairy tales

The grey eyed kid opened the cabinets behind the mirror. He groaned from his headache. Examining his medication he found his pain killers. Craig grabbed the bottled and opened it. He took out one, staring at it for the longest, then a wave of anger over threw him. He poured every pill into his hand. Glaring at the small pills made him sob. After what seemed like forever he finally put the pills back in the bottle. Craig swallowed the pill, not caring to drink it down.

The boy walked back to his room. Instead of laying on his bed he sat in front of his window, staring at the moon. He didn't dare to go back to sleep, if it meant going back to his past the so be it. So he sat there, talking to the moon as if it would respond. He cries a bit remembering how weak he is. He asks himself everyday 'why am I still here? I'm an ugly excuse of a son, brother, a person...'

/aye guess who decided to make another Crenny story? I'm not sure what made me think about doing a depressing Peter Pan sorta story, but ole well. I'll get back to updating so stay tuned for more story parts if you read my stories:P\