Under Fruit Costumes and Fake Smiles
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Summary: And you cry yourself to sleep, because the pain is too deep to heal on its own. Harper-centric
A/N: So, I hope this is Harper enough, she isn't really this dark in the show, but I thought I'd give it a try. Enjoy!
You're Harper Finkle, the girl who always has it together, no matter how much everyone tries to break you.
Wrong.
You're Harper Finkle, a mess of secrets, mistakes, and regrets.
And sure, you've got a smile, but you can only use it when you're forced to.
Because your dad left and your mom isn't around anymore.
But you don't tell people, if you did, who knows what they'd do.
They'd care.
No ones ever cared about you, so you became your own person.
Different.
Wearing clothing made of fruit isn't exactly in or attractive, but no one ever told you that.
You couldn't afford anything else, anyway.
But you learned that by getting picked on.
But you're not changing for them.
They don't care about you, so why should you?
No one ever cares about you.
They judge you before they meet you, they draw conclusions from your appearance.
The goofy smiles and weird outfits cover up your rough past, they make you a different person.
And all you ever wanted to be was somebody else.
But you're just Harper.
That can't ever change, no matter how much you want it to.
And you cry yourself to sleep because the pain is too deep to heal on its own.
You need a miracle.
You need magic.
But you don't have magic.
Your best friend does.
She taunts you with it, waving her wand around to fix every trouble, correct every wrong in her life.
What you would give to be able to do that just once.
What you would change.
But you can't tell her now.
She wouldn't understand.
She never gets in too deep into trouble without it being undone, her mistakes being corrected for her and she thinks nothing of it.
She wouldn't care.
You're honestly the only one who can fix it.
Just bey hiding it.
If anyone were to ever find out, you'd break.
Because underneath everything, there's cuts and bruises, and one scared little girl trying to figure this world out.
Who would have guessed it?
No one.
They'd be surprised at what they'd find under fruit costumes and fake smiles.
But that wouldn't make it any better.
Nothing in this world would.
Not even magic.
-Ema