Chapter 1: Broken
We were always friends, the Pevensies and I. Our parents, mainly our mothers, were good friends in the years before the war. When my father died, things changed however. Mum became self-absorbed in her work at the hospital. She'd drop me off at school, and then I'd to go the Pevensies until very late at night. I had always believed that mum stayed late because she wanted to save the lives of our countrymen. That was not the case at all. All too soon I grasped the concept that she just wanted to get away from me. I reminded her too much of father. But, sooner rather than later, I needn't have to worry about such things. When I was ten, mum was diagnosed with cancer of the lung. She died on the same day father did. The fifth of January…how ironic.
I was now alone. Both my parents being dead, I had no one. That is, until, my grandfather came to claim me. He lived in the countryside far from Finchley. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing to do. Lucy, Susan, Mrs. Pevensie, and I were in tears the whole time. Even Peter was sad. But Edmund, he scowled at me and walked back inside his house. It hurt to see him like this; being a lousy prick and all. We used to be inseparable, best friends. My heart fell to pieces. I was leaving the only home and the only friends I had ever known. Inside, I was broken.