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Remember the laughs (Narnia Oneshot)

Trigger Warning: mental illness and abuse

Dear Peter,

It's me again. I know you'll never read this...probably because I'm in a small room - tied up to a chair with rope that really hurts my wrists. You'll never read this because I'm just imagining this. Y'know, saying this in my head so I can keep my sanity... I've been a prisoner for at least three months now... Alone and scared.

I'm being brave. I know you would be proud of me. I haven't cried in four weeks... or was it two months? I don't know anymore. Time is endless here. The sun comes up and comes down. Repeat a thousand times. I used to cry but then I was whipped which brought awful memories of the Witch. That crazy lady.

It's fine though. I'm perfectly fine. I'm a bit hungry... they usually give me a pieces of stale bread every day... so that's nice. At least it's not frozen ice. That would be worse. I don't have much bruises.

The other day they told me you'd never find me because I was too hidden... but I don't know if that's true... Maybe Aslan will help you? The moment that I need you and Aslan would be right now... Did I actually miss Lucy's birthday? That's awful. What about her present? I was supposed to give her the present I made for her. It's sad really... It hurts, it really does.

When I first came here, I was demanding them to release me... but I'm not who I was... Since I'm saying this all in my head, I may as well just say anything I want, right? So, yeah, I will say whatever I want.

I miss you, Susan and Lucy very much... I wish I could wrap my arms around Lucy's tiny waist like she hugged me when she saw me in the Narnian forest... right after the Witch had talked to me.

I wish I could remember your faces. It's been years it feels like...my face feels hollow by the way...my stomach is smaller... everything is smaller.

I'm sore all over. I wish I could do over the years... the year when I was cranky, rude and angry at all of you...

I miss you guys so much. Oh great one of them is coming. I suppose I have to say goodbye now... Man, I must have gone insane if I'm literally saying all of this in my head.

Sincerely,

Edmund P

"Well well, you seem good today." Edmund looked up at his captors and didn't say a thing. "You haven't said anything in a couple of hours. Why don't you say something?"

The Just King stared at him, not knowing if he's trying to trick him so he could whip him ten lashes... He did not want to get hurt again. Resistance is futile. He knew that now. He lowered his eyes, to his torn and dirty pants that he wore. Blood stained. The man laughed, a sound Edmund wished that it was Peter's laugh. Or Lucy's giggle. Not that he could remember their laughs.

Oh, how he longed to remember the laughs of his siblings. He wished he could laugh himself. Had they left him there? Were they still angry at him for being a traitor?

Now he never took anything for granted anymore... Like the sun on his shoulders, or the splashes of ocean water against his legs at Cair Paravel. It was dark in the room, so he must have dark eyes.

"You've learned,"

Edmund wanted to punch the guy, but that was the rebellious Edmund who no longer had the strength at the moment. All he was was the weak, broken boy named Edmund... the one that he always tried to hide to Peter and his sisters. He was no longer sarcastic like he had been. He didn't remember why he had been sarcastic...all it did was make him feel pain. Whips, mostly.

He bit his lip, and stared down, his heart pounding softly in his ears.

"You'll never get rescued... It's been three months. They won't find you. They've given up."

They've given up on you.

Edmund shifted slightly, blinking a couple of times.

"Are you sore?"

He didn't reply, knowing what was going to come. Pain... endless pain that wouldn't stop until they allowed him to beg for them to stop. They would gag him and then beat him. He hated it but he was exhausted. He didn't want to think about it anymore.

He shrugged, and the man moved to untie his hands that he were tied to the wooden chair.

"Are you ready?"

Edmund closed his eyes, finally letting himself drift away.

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"Eddy,"

Edmund woke up, beaten and sore. He realized he was on a very comfortable bed but he was still scared. He sat up quickly, suddenly dizzy. He did not want to be hurt by them. He realized he was wearing new clothes...soft, cozy warm clothes.

"Eddy," The voice repeated. He looked up to see somebody sitting down next to him.

"Y-you're here?"

"Yes, I'm here..."

"No... They said you wouldn't come...that you gave up.." Peter shook his head, and smiled gently.

"No, that's not true. We did not give up at all.."

Edmund shook his head, not wanting to burst into crying. It was weakness. It was pathetic to look weak. He knew that now. Suddenly, a young girl walked into the room and smiled at him.

"Edmund!" She cried, running to him, wanting to hug him and squeeze him tightly.

"Wait, Lu, give him a little space."

"But I need him to drink this..." A vial? Edmund shook his head, scared a little. What was in it? Was it going to poison him like a punishment? No that would be awful. He couldn't stand anymore pain.

"N-no, p-please, I don't want anything--"

"You're in pain, Eddy,"

"N-no," Edmund said softly.

"Edmund," Peter said firmly. "You must have it." Edmund began to shake, his tone of voice triggering fear and shock. He pulled his knees to his chest and started to cry.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry. I didn't mean to, I really didn't. Please don't whip me."

"I'm going to whip you twenty times now that you cried too."

"N-no! Please!"

"Eddy!" Lucy squeaked, concerned for her weakened brother. He stopped himself - so he didn't cry. He didn't want thirty lashes.

"Peter, do something!"

"You pathetic boy,"

Peter swallowed hard, and looked at his brother who kept shaking in fear. He reached out with his hand and put it on his brother's knee. Edmund whimpered, rubbing his eyes, but with a still scared look on his emotionally scarred face.

He looked into his eyes and saw a different Edmund. A empty look was in his eyes.

"You'll get better," Peter choked.

"I love you, Eddy,"

"You're a baby,"

Edmund whimpered again, a single tear leaking out of his eye. He would be fine, wouldn't he? All he needed was time... lots of time to heal physically and emotionally...

He would heal... hopefully.

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