The Lost Love

8 The Weeping Angels

Juliette never imagined herself in a situation like this, she always thought that none of it was real and the she was safe. If someone asked her what she was afraid of, she could never answer right away, because she couldn't tell exactly. She didn't like small and dark places, the only way for her to stand those kind of places was being asleep, that way it would be much easier. Highs, in extreme occasions, that was not really a fear of hers. Ghosts, for her it was absurd to be afraid of such things, but she could not stand it. There is this particular thing that has bother her since she was very little, statues, and she made it worse for herself one day.

There is this series called Doctor Who, and there is these creatures that look like angels. To have the shape of an angel, they were the most horrible thing she had ever seen. These creatures would kill you in a strange way, sending you in a totally different time so by the time you were in a place in the moment they touched you, you'll be dead.

Juliette remembered all the times she stopped blinking when she was near a statue, not blinking was hard when you couldn't see a thing. She heard strange noises around her, and she turned to every corner of the supposed forest to see what was out there with her.

Okay, so, I am trapped in this bloody forest with probably all of my fears near me to hunt me.

She cursed under her breath, looking for a way out or something to use as a weapon. But it was pitch black and the only thing that she could actually use as a weapon was a tree branch. She was sweating much and the wounds in her body didn't make it any easier for her to stand still and not shake like a Chihuahua. The place suddenly became cold, and the lack of warm clothes made Juliette shiver even more.

Freezing to death was one of the things she was afraid of. She had always loved the winter, but the way the bodies look when they are frozen had given a big shock to Juliette. I don't want to die this way. She knew she was not going to die, but she was not sure that it would hurt her. Even if she can't actually die in this place, there was no guarantee of her not getting hurt.

Pan waited for the Lost Boys to reunite in the bonfire in the center of the camp, Felix gladly took the offer and rested there, Little Collin was sitting there with his legs together, playing with his hands, and smiling all kids do. The rest of the boys were either running to their places, or fighting for the places, everyone was anxious to hear what Pan needed to say.

"Guess who is finally in the island?" Pan said, taking his flute out.

They boys cheered and laugh, Pan was not really sure if that was a good response, but he just wanted Collin's reaction.

"You hear me laddy? Mommy is home." Pan said to Collin, wanting him to say something.

"But why isn't she here?" Collin asked.

"Well, she needs to do some things on her own before becoming into a Lost Girl." Pan explained.

"Okay... Is she going to take long?"

"A day or two for us, but she will feel it longer." He said before starting to play his flute.

She did freeze to death, she did starve, fell from a high building, eaten by some cannibalistic zombies, she got away from whatever creature that was chasing her weeks back in the forest, no she was trapped in a pool of blood. Right now, she wished she had actually fell from that building, she was trapped in a small plastic box with someone's blood. It was not pitch black now, the room was white and the small plastic box that seemed to be an actual cage.

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!" she screamed, but there was no use on it.

The cage was hanging from a small high, making it clear for her to see the ground. If the box fell, maybe the box would break somehow. But she was too weak, and the pool of blood was not helping her at all. She was tired, hungry, and extremely weak. She was sure that this was not going to end, not so easy. Even if she had lived all her fears in than a life time, she didn't know how long she had being here, and that made it harder.