this is my first Narnia FanFiction. This story contains Self-Harm and Suicidal thoughts! You have been warned!

Chapter 1: Return to Narnia

I Do Not Own The Chronicles of Narnia!

Edmund POV

I put down the razor to look at my work. Well, that's 4 more cuts to add to my already scar littered arm. Peter hasn't stopped yelling at me since dad left. In Narnia it wasn't so bad because there were things to keep my brother busy. But since we've returned to London its only gotten worse. He yells at me whenever I screw something up or make a sarcastic remark to him. It's been a year since Narnia and I miss the serenity I received.

As I walk into the train station from the ally I can hear the chants of children shouting "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" over and over again. And I know who's in the middle of it… Peter. I push my way through the crowd and can I see Lucy and Susan standing there with disappointing looks on their faces. Just then someone shoves me into one of the kids restraining Peter effectively knocking him to the ground. I can hear Lucy yelling my name as I fall on the kid. All of a sudden I feel a sharp but welcomed pain in my stomach as one of the boys kicks my gut and the wind is taken from me. I then receive multiple swift jabs to my face when I hear a whistle coming from my right. The boy begins to retreat but I get one more hard kick to my side before he leaves me gasping for air.

After the soldier scolded Peter, he walks over to me and yanks me up off of the ground. I hiss in pain due to the sudden and painful motion. He whispers "Can't you do anything right?" under his breath. I mentally curse myself. I grab my luggage and sit on a nearby bench, where my siblings sit with me. I soon wander off in my mind as Peter rants about being treated like a child.

It's when I hear Lucy yell that I snap out of my self-grieving. "Something pinched me!" she yells. Then Peter yells at me (once again for nothing) "Hey, stop pulling!" "I'm not touching you!" I yell defensively. "Will all of you jus… What is that?" Susan says finally standing up. "It feels like magic!" an ecstatic Lucy yells. "Quick everyone hold hands." Susan tells us. Peter tries to grab my hand but I pull back. "I'm not holding your hand!" I yell at Peter. But that doesn't stop him, because he grabs my wrist where the fresh cuts reopen. I can feel the blood staining my white shirt and I panic. 'I can't let anyone see this.' I mentally note. The train is speeding by us, ripping posters, taking tiles and bricks off the walls. Soon we are in a cave on a beautiful beach.

The girls look at each other and start running off to the ocean followed by Peter and I. I completely forget about my bleeding arm while I'm splashing in the water. I then look up and see ruins on top of a Cliffside. Lucy notices my sudden behavior and comes over to me. "What's wrong?" She asks me. The others have now noticed and come over. "Where do you suppose we are?" I ask. "Well, where do you think?" Peter says sarcastically. I ignore him "Well I don't remember any ruins in Narnia."

We walk up to the ruins and start exploring. Lucy and I cross paths and she notices something I wish she hadn't.