Hey guys I've decided to post up a OUAT fanfic. I do hope you guys like it.

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Below the Surface.

He whispered my name as our bodies touched. "No matter how many times you forget, I'll be there to make you remember. You are mine and I am yours. Always and forever."

Chapter One. The Truth.

"What is this about? Wendy?"

Words flew from my mouth that I'd never thought I'd even think, let alone say out loud.

I hated that girl from the moment the shadow had brought her. I had him choose her or me.

The girl was still here, so his choice was oblivious. It hurt, but I would never be second best to anyone…ever.

"You want to keep her. Fine, but I'm leaving, Peter. You'll regret betraying me."

I knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they'd hit their mark. In that instant our relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.

His face mottled crimson, his eyes popped, his neck strained.

His words were spat out with the ferocity and rapidity of machine gun fire.

Without wiping the spit from my ashen face I leant closer, perfectly composed and uttered just three words.

"I don't care."

His fuse simmered and fizzed like a firework in a chill autumn breeze, then he exploded with unrestrained fury.

I remained as still as a cadaver and just as pallid, unblinking against his onslaught. Then with a barely concealed smirk I turned on my heels and walked away as if strolling in the park on a fine day.

~Below the Surface~

Emptiness was looking at yourself in the mirror and acknowledging that you will never be society's definition of perfect. You walk around like a corpse, feeling your soul fade away with every second, and there's nothing you can do about it.

There's nothing you want to do about it.

Emptiness tasted like a gum that lost its taste. Yet you keep on chewing, because you're too lazy to spit it out and to take another one. Your mouth is disgusted by the taste, and you are torturing the muscles in your stomach by faking the thought of eating.

But you keep on chewing, just for the sake of it.

Emptiness is like a hole in your chest. Clawing at you where you might even use physical pain to distract from it. Emptiness of something that will show itself in all aspects of your life. Something that will make a void in everything even your perception of your of your the world, and how you feel.

It leaves you drained and wanting to go anywhere you won't be antagonized.

Emptiness is how I've been feeling for as long as I could remember.

I shuffled through the thousand of boxes stored up in the old attic. I had to practically shove my whole face into my hoodie just to keep from suffocating at all the dust that's been collecting for the past seventeen years.

I really didn't want to be doing this, but out of the two people living in this house, I was the only one capable. My mom wasn't emotionally stable enough to even go into the attic, much less actually look for the pictures of her husband, my father.

He died. That's all I could say.

He was in the Army and that meant he was rarely ever home. It also meant I never really knew him.

Of course he was my father and he could name my favorite movies and food from when I was a kid, but that's about it. When I was a little girl, he used to be my hero, I used to stay up all night until he would get home from a year of duty. He was essentially the one person in the entire world that I looked up to more than anything else.

Then, as I got older, I realized that, although my father knew me, I really knew him. I didn't know his favorite movie or his favorite foods. I just knew that he was my father.

And now he's just going to be my father that's six feet under a patch of grass in a pile of dirt.

I should probably be more sympathetic especially for my mom, who's going through a rough time, but I just couldn't.

It was extremely unlike me too.

Normally I would be itching to comfort my mother because the woman is my best friend, today was just different.

Maybe it was just the annoying fact that I was starting my junior year soon and I was less than pleased about going back to hell. Sophomore year was already hard enough, I just wanted to go die in a hole and never come out. Kind of like my dad.

As I continue to rummage through the boxes, pushing my dark hair behind my ears as I did so I came across a smaller box place in the bigger one.

Immediately my interest was peaked and I grabbed a hold of it, letting out a small frown.

As I moved to open it to see I saw it was consumed with different styles, all of them with my name on it.

At first I just figured they were necessary things to be kept like a birth certificate and medical records and all of it was…for the first couple of papers.

I furred my eyebrows when I came across a big thick piece of paper that looked much more sophisticated than any of the others.

With nimble fingers I tugged it out, my hoodie falling off my chin and down to my chest as I skimmed through the words.

Most of them made no sense apart from the few basic words like death an accident but apart from that they were born until I got to the bottom part where everything was made perfectly clear.

The hold I had on the rest of the files went crashing to the ground, the papers flying in all direction, dust rose into the air as I let out a strangled cry.

I read it over again, and again, trying to make sense of what the paper had written on it.

Only none of it did, and I wasn't quite sure any of it ever would.

Slowly sinking into the ground, I began to wish I had been the one that died not my father or more so just a man who had his legal rights to me.

I couldn't even call him father anymore.

I couldn't call my mother my mother because they weren't mine and I wasn't theirs.

I didn't let any tears fall in the process I just stared ahead at the attic door waiting for the woman downstairs to come up to explain herself because I wasn't Cassandra Cain.

I was somebody completely different and I didn't know who that was.