A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Lucycrewe11,she faithfully reviews all my stories ,you rock Lu! Also this is no longer based on Sunshowers story. This is my own idea and Peter and Susan will be involved,but nothing too serious only slightly chapter might make you cry well at least the first part of it.
Peter lay next to Lucy,her eyes were open,but she was unresponsive she just lay there no flicker of movement her eyes fixed somewhere Peter couldn't see. The wall she had put up was too thick for him to break through .He started talking not even sure if Lucy could even hear him anymore.
" I remember when Mum found out she was pregnant with you,she and Dad were so happy . Mum called Grandma right away and when they found out you were going to be a girl,Dad went right out and bought you that doll. Mum was so excited to be able to shop for a girl ,but you hated the frilly dresses Mum tried to put on you and you'd throw a fit . When they bought you home from the hospital,I remember thinking that I would do anything to protect you from anything bad,but I can't protect you from everything and if I could bring Mum and Dad back I would. I'd move the mountains for you if I could. I just wish you'd let me in." Peter sighed,Lucy still lay there giving no indication that she even heard ,he leaned over giving her a kiss on the cheek ,then stood up leaving the room. One lone tear slipped down Lucy's cheek ,cold as ice .
The house was as silent as tomb,and Peter hated that; he flipped on the couch and turned on the tv and opened up his laptop. He typed in childhood depression and waited for the page to a thousand hits came up and he sighed pressing his lips together.
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Peter probably should have been paying attention to where he was going ,but his mind was on other things so he never saw the girl until he had bumped into her ,books fell to the ground and they both knelt to pick them up. The girl was pretty in a simple fresh sort of way her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail ,her face was free of any makeup just a bit of lipgloss and she wore a denim skirt ending just below her knees,white sweater,white tights and ballet flats,she stood up and looked at the title of thebooks she had picked up.
"Childhood Depression "Depression and your child signs and symptoms" she looked at him,then said ,"Do you have a child?"
Peter stood up,"Do I look old enough to have a child."
The girl shrugged,"Well in this day and age parents are getting younger and younger. So yes you do."
"I don't have a child,however I do have a little sister who may or may not be depressed."Peter said taking his books back.
"Well depression in young teenagers is common."the girl said .
"She's seven." Peter said.
"Oh.I'm Susan Dawson by the way." she held out her hand,"Don't mind me too much. Mum's a child psychologist and she's forever analyzing my little brother and me.I think I'm picking up her habits."
"I think you are too,I'm Peter Pevensie." Peter said he smiled.
"Yes,I know we have English Lit together." Susan replied,"But why do you think your little sister's depressed."
"Our parents died three weeks ago and she hasn't spoken,she barely eats,not unless I force feed doesn't used to be so vibrant and lively,but now she's just an empty shell." Peter said,not really sure why he was telling someone he hardly knew all this,but it felt good to be able to tell someone that wasn't connected to him.
"What does she do?" Susan asked as they started walking across the quad to the canteen.
"Do? nothing." Peter said handing her a cup of tea and opening a bottle of soda,they sat on the table."Well she just sits in the rocking chair that my Mum used to rock her in,wrapped up in one of the cardigans my Dad wears."
"I want to see her." Susan said suddenly.
"She's not a bloody display at a zoo." Peter snapped.
Susan held up her hand,"Just listen,I want too see her maybe I can help you with her,I want to be a child psychologist after I get my degree .Your sister will be good practise."
"If you want to be a child psychologist why do you take English Lit?" Peter asked curiously.
"It's an elective ,so could I come and observe." Susan said.
"I suppose,but only because I'm worried about Lucy ." Peter handed him her mobile and he typed in her address.
"You live in this neighbour hood ." Susan asked her eyes wide,"It's so posh,what did your parents do before they died."
"Mum was an interior decorater and Dad was a judge." Peter said,"Come around three."
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Susan rang the doorbell and stepped back wondering if a uniformed butler was going to answer the door,how cool would that be.
Stop it,Susan,you're acting like a silly little girl,so the house is fancy,it doesn't mean there's going to be servants at their every beck and call. Susan scolded herself,she was here for the little girl.
The door opened and Peter appeared,"You came." he said sounding a bit surprised.
"You sound as if you weren't expecting me to come." Susan said stepping into the foyer and gazing around the floor was marble swirl;in front of her was a fountain and a curved staircase with velvet carpet.
"I wasn't sure." Peter said heading into another room of the house,Susan supposed it was the parlour,but she wasn't sure since it was unlike any parlour she'd ever seen. The room was bright and cheery and the wall was a mural with kings and queens at a ball,kings and queens at a hunting party,fairies flitting around the room and not the disney fairies either. The furniture was comfortable too ,Susan had expected stiff white leather couches,but they were white and looked very comfortable .There was slide in the corner ,at the bottom were a bunch of pillows.
"That room looked so fab." Susan said
"Mum had Dad decorate it like that when she found she was going to have a slide was my idea ." Peter said
"Is it rideable it's built into the wall." Susan said.
"Oh it's rideable you just have to enter from a different room. This is our other parlour." Peter said stepping into room that had a more somber look about it. The walls were a dark oak colour and the furniture didn't seem as comfortable. There were several bookcases against the walls,several storeys high. There was also a big screen tv an episode of "Spongebob " was playing. Susan then noticed the rocking chair and more importantly the small occupant,she wasn't even watching the cartoon. Susan felt sorry for her ,she looked so small and sad sitting there.
Peter noticed where her gaze had gone,"This is Lucy." he said .Susan went over and knelt in front of her,"Hi." she said softly,"I'm Susan,that's a pretty dollie does she have a name."
Lucy didn't answer,but she did look up and for the first time since their parents death,Peter saw a glimmer of interest in her eyes. He felt hopeful.
A/N: Read and Review people i'm leaving tomorrow so no more updates until I get back
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