WARNING: This is VERY dark! It contains mentions of suicide and there is some physical bullying.

There are mentions of AHSOW. This takes place a little after TLTWATW. No incest but brotherly bonding.

Chronicles of Narnia is not mine.

"Eh Pevensie, what do you say to having a little fun?" A boy maybe a year older than me drawled. We had been back at school for only a week but things were already taking a turn for the worst.

"I am horribly sorry, but I must decline. For some odd reason I don't find it enjoyable to bully small children." I layered on the sarcasm and ended with a smirk. I waited patiently as the none too intelligent upperclassmen attempted to decipher my words.

After a moment I checked the large clock on the brick wall. It was almost two thirty, great I was supposed to meet Peter fifteen minutes ago. Oh well he probably expects me to be late anyways. I carefully backed away from my old 'friends' and weaved through the crowd towards the meeting place. The bench was in sight but Peter was nowhere to be found, he probably suspected I would run late. Suddenly, something caught the back of my shirt, and that something happened to be the massive fist of George, the boy who I just insulted. I'm not that thick to think that I could get away without a punishment but I wasn't counting on them having gained a high enough thinking level to understand sarcasm.

"I don't know what happened to you over the Summer Pevensie, but I know that you need to be refreshed on who's in charge here and how I run things." He said spitting in my face.

"You could probably be refreshed on personal hygiene too. See we all have something to work on." I knew there was no way out of it now so my only chance was to make him very angry or to buy time.

"Why you little!" He screamed. That got me a punch to the stomach. Alright, so that plan hadn't worked out as well as I thought it would.

"Technically speaking, I'm the same height as you are good sir." I managed through gritted teeth.

"You just don't know when to shut up do you?"

"No, but you don't know how to read so I'd say I'm better off than you." This gave me a few kicks to the chest. Peter always said I was the most obnoxious prisoner. Just as I regained my breath George grabbed me by my hair and dragged to a kneeling position. He kneed my stomach, careful not to leave any visible bruises.

I sent a quick prayer to Aslan to send some kind of help because I know there is absolutely no way for me to take on four upperclassmen by myself. Sure enough, seconds later I heard feet pounding on the pathway.

"What are you doing with my brother?" Asked a cold voice. Oh sweet Aslan, thank you for Peter.

"He deserved it the little beast!"

"I'm giving you five seconds to put him down and run." The bullies looked at each other with wide eyes. Peter was very popular at school; he could easily get enough kids to help bring them down if he wanted to.

"One…" The boys glance at each other, "two…" They were starting to get worried "three…" And they were off, stumbling over each other to get back to their rooms.

I was lying in a heap on the floor trying to get the world to stop spinning. Peter rushed next to me and I let him check me over. He offered me a hand and pulled me up.

"One week, we've been here one week and you're already getting people mad!" He exclaimed throwing his arms into the air. I could tell he was trying very hard to be angry with me but he was failing horribly.

"Why were you getting beat up again?"

"He wanted me to go help them harass some kid and I refused. I admit I might have instigated a bit but on the bright side I saved someone from a beating."

"Did you even bloody try to hit them back!"

"Wait, is Mr. Magnificent telling me to hit a boy that almost ten years younger than I am in Narnian time? I could have killed him easily but let's see you explain that to mum."

"I know, it's horrible but it's natural instinct now to just challenge them to a duel if they were to harm your royal person!"

"Careful Pete." I gently reminded, we were getting close to our room where the other boys might hear us speak in a courtly manner. He took a deep breath and led me up the stairs. After much pleading, begging and loss of dignity we got mum to convince the school to let us share a room despite the age difference.

Peter went to retrieve the first aid kit from under his bed as I carefully peeled off my shirt. When he turned around he winced.

"Why do you have to be so bloody just?"

"Why are you so bloody magnificent?" I asked throwing back his words.

"Language Edmund."

"Yes mother hen." Seconds later a roll of medical tape bounced off my head. We started to laugh at the old nickname until pain erupted through my chest and I had to sit down. Thirty minutes later I was completely cleaned up and lying on my bed. I checked the clock both of us had dozed off and slept through dinner. It was getting late if the pitch black sky was anything to go by. I glance at Peter, he was tracing the cracks on the ceiling with his eyes.

"I forgot about how big of a brat I used to be." I said breaking the silence.

"Yeah, you were bad but you've changed and everyone will learn that soon." I gave a bitter laugh.

"I highly doubt it Pete, did you know yesterday a teacher pulled me out of the classroom asking what I had been up to? When I told her nothing and I wanted to know why I was brought out in the hall she said it was because I had been too good. They're just waiting for me to mess up and I'm afraid that the second I lose my temper they will write me off as being the same. I thought years of endless guilt and torture would have paid for horrible behavior in Narnia, but know I'm back at the beginning, tired, frustrated and friendless."

"None of that Ed, you've got me and if you keep up the way you're going half the school will be your friend by Christmas." He paused for a moment in deep thought. "You know everyone forgave you right? I mean there were so many times that I was afraid you would go suicidal or something because you thought we hated you when it was only the opposite. You have no idea how much it pained me to watch you after we got you back from the Witch and then after the second time when you were under the hag's spell. You were just so broken."

"I tried it twice actually. The first time was when we first moved to the Cair and we were still sleeping in separate rooms. I was having horrible nightmares and I just couldn't take it anymore. I snuck out and went to the ocean. I tried to drown myself but Oreius felt that something wasn't right and went to check on us. When he found I wasn't in my room he asked the guards where I went. He raced after me and saved me right before I blacked out. I begged him not to tell you because I was afraid you would blame yourself or you would go into over protective mode. He made me promise that I would never try it again and that I had to move into your room so you could watch over me and we could keep each other from nightmares. He still let me keep a bed in my old room too in case I needed some peace and quiet but I never really used it until the hag incident."

"What about the second?"

"Hm?"

"The second time you tried?"

"I was hoping you didn't catch that."

"Well I did so go on."

"Fine. This happened before I was captured by the fell beasts. I was having those dreams about Aslan dying and when I realized they were real I took the dagger from under my pillow and just when I was about to do it Lucy came bounding down the hallway looking for me. I managed to hide it before she came in and dragged me off to a dance lesson. Eventually Aslan spoke to me about self-worth and after I came back from the fell beasts you and Susan, and Lucy really helped me through." There was silence on the other side of the room. Was Peter afraid I would try it again, was he disappointed, was he angry?

"Peter?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you and I'm sorry you never trusted me enough to tell me but oh Aslan I'm glad you're alright." He whispered.

"Peter, you weren't there because I didn't let you in and it wasn't that I didn't trust it was just that I never wanted to cause any problems. I didn't tell you as time went on because I never had a reason to tell you. I figured if you ever asked I would tell you everything but I thought you were better off not knowing at all."

Steadily he walked across the room and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"What would I do without you Edmund?"

"I love you Peter." And suddenly the future seemed a whole lot brighter.

Well, this was sort of depressing. This popped in my head after I had a discussion with a friend about suicide and some personal experience with it. I know the characters are a bit OOC but I just feel like this is a possibility of something that could have happened. I mean who's to say it didn't? I am a lot like Edmund so it is very easy for me to write for him but sometimes it gets too personal and I end up changing the characters a little so sorry for that! Review please!

~Aces