Lost and Found (A Peter Pan Fanfic)

Chapter 3: I Leave Behind My Life

Sephora's POV

I look up at the pair of real life fictional characters, sighing.  There's nothing for me here, I don't have any friends, my parents still haven't come looking for me, and nobody would notice if I took my things and left.  My parents haven't gone in my room since I was 5.  It'll take about 2 weeks for them to realize that I'm not at school, not skipping.  I'm just not there.  I'm nowhere.  That's where I'll be.  Nowhere.  Neverland.  I'll be in Neverland.

"When do we leave?" I say, smiling shyly, looking into Peter's eyes.  He smiles, the grin making him look like a child. 

"We can leave as soon as you pack some stuff, necessities." He says, coming to me and helping me up gently.  I stand up, glancing at him shyly.  His arm stays around me and I shrug him off.

"Hands to yourself Pan." I say, walking to the open space in the freight car and climbing down, agile.  I start walking away, knowing how to get home.

"Sephora, where're you going?!" He calls behind me.

"Home, to pack." I answer, continuing down the road.  I hear quick footsteps behind me and the rainbow colored pixie haired woman falls into step beside me.

"So, what're you into?" She asks, looking forward, emotionless.

"Music, art, self expression, photography, journalism." I say, continuing on the route to my house.

"So you're artsy, that's good.  Peter likes art, he'll enjoy your company, as long as you don't try to die again." She says bluntly, causing me to stop and stand still, watching her walk ahead a bit before turning to face me.

"I don't know where you live, so please, lead the way." She says, smiling partonizingly, gesturing in front of her.  I sigh, shaking my head slightly, and start walking again, this time, with Peter next to me.

"So, Sephora, what do you like to do in your spare time?" He asks, smiling kindly at me.

"I like music, art, self expression-especially through body modification-, photography, and journalism." I say, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

"You're exactly like the both of them." He says under his breath, probably to himself. 

"Like who?" I ask, looking at him directly.

"Like Wendy and Jane; your mum and grandmother.  I met both of them, brought both to Neverland.  Jane was a rebel, always doing the opposite of what she was told." He says laughing.  I try to think of my mum, a restlessly working CEO of wherever the hell she works as being carefree and rebellious.

"And Wendy, she was just... amazing.  She was kind, courageous, funny, creative.  She always told us stories and would sing us to sleep.  Actually, that's the reason why I'm here today, I went to visit your grandmother." He says smiling, a glassed over look to his sparkling eyes.

"She used to tell me stories, about you and Tinkerbell and Neverland." I say, looking down, walking faster, my destination being my room, my room, my perfectly bleak, comforting room.  Yet I'm going to one of the happiest, most cheerful places ever created, more sickening than Disney World.  But I'm going.  And I don't know why, I just know that I have to.  I have to go or else I'll give up all of my life.  I find the familiar, overly cheerful house and quietly make my way inside the silent house as dark as velvet.

I look around, scanning for my parents, but I only find Todd, my tuxedo cat.  He watches me walk into the living room accompanied by Peter and Pixie, and jumps off the couch, striding to me and rubbing against my legs.  I bend down, picking him up.

"Hi Phantom." I say, cradling him against my chest as I make my way up the stairs silently passing my parents room and hurrying down the hall and going into my room with Peter and Tinkerbell.  I turn on the lights and put Todd down on the couch as I get out a suitcase and start packing clothes and anything I can think I'll need in Neverland.  I go to my closet, pulling out a winter coat.  I turn them, a questioning look on my face.