*Caution Strong Language*
"You bitch!" You heard your mom scream. Just like almost every other day. Your mom would blame you for your father death. "You have forever made my life miserable! Y-yyou bastard child" as she said that she slammed a bottle of alcohol on the floor causing it to shatter into tiny pieces. You ran to your room and slammed your door in frustration. The words run through your mind. ~You bitch~ You began to run to a little box with razors.
Would any one miss me. Not really my mom hates me and blames me for my father's death. As you reach to the box and began searching for the razor sharp blade. As you felt a cold piece of sharp metal. You began slicing your wrists as you cleaned it on your light-tan carpet, now stained with blood. You let out a scream as you began crying, as you wiped with your wrists. You winced in pain. Letting out a slight groan in pain. You reached for the razor once again as you were about to begin hurting yourself.
"Dearie, dont go. Let go of the razor not for me but for the people who care about you" a sweet british accent was heard near your window. "No one cares" you mumbled. "I care. Your mom care..." You made him stop speaking. "Nobody cares about me, my life or my feelings" you said almost crying in front of the boy. "Well, I do. I care. Someone cares." He said smirking. "That's impossible. I don't know you." You said as he was staring at you. His green eyes sparkled under the moonlight. He had strange green clothes, which looked handmade.
"Im sorry but I have to go." He said frowing. "Um... What's your name?" You looked at him. "Did i forget to introduce myself. Im Peter. Peter Pan." He said as a smile grew on his face. As you waved good bye, he began flying.
*one week later*
Your mom was drunk, just like every other week end. "You are worthless. I wish you were never born!" She yelled at you throwing a beer bottle at you. The glass shattered, the little pieces of glass began flying towards your face. The glass now stained with blood. Your blood. You cried out "You dont care if I Die!" As tears running down your face, it began to sting because you have cuts on your face. You began running to your room, locking the door. You heard pounding on the door. "Let me help with that." Your mom said while pounding on the door.
You began removing the little shard of glass. You grabbed one piece and began cutting yourself. The bed sheet now stained with a little bit of blood. You ran to your window, and now your legs were dangling outside. You felt the cold wind brush up against your skin. You began cursing yourself out. "I never deserved to be alive" you said as you jumped out the window.
You felt scared, but then it was gone. You started glowing. A green-ish glow. As you were lifted from the ground. Only inches away from death. You saw Peter almost tearing up from what he was seeing. He truly cared about you.
"What do you think you're doing?" He said as a tear began rolling down his cheek. "Dont you see. I really care about you."
"I'm sorry. It's just that my last week has been a living hell." You said as a you were tearing up. Your eyes began filling up with tears. As they rolled away from your eyes. He appeared in front of you and held his hands up in the air. You felt a sting on your face. Peter snapped his fingers and a mirror appeared. "Now you're perfect. W-well you were before the scars and now after them." He said stuttering and blushing slightly. You felt a smile on your face. "Wow. Now that makes you 100x prettier." He said. His face only inches from yours.
You felt soft warm lips on yours. It molded perfectly just like missing jigsaw puzzle pieces. He kissed you until you were breathless. "Maybe, if you want to fly away from your problems. Oh Y/N. Come to Neverland with me, please." He said while making a puppy dog face. "Yes, Peter. I will." You said as he gave you a quick peck on the lips.
