Yours, now and forever.

Chapter 3

I could feel gritty sand against my skin. Rubbing up against my cheek as I lay on the ground. Then a slight bit of cold water running under my hair. The freezing temperature of the icy waters sent me to my feet. It was morning. How was it morning? And where was it morning? I looked around me. Spinning in full circles. I was on some sort of beach. A sunny beach. The sound of seagulls and waves crashing filled my ears. Next to the beach stood a tall forest. Dark and packed with trees and vines. The only way to find other people is to look I guess I thought to myself, heading for the towering trees.

I walked for hours, calling out for anyone to help me. Had I been kidnapped? Was this heaven? Then, in the distance, I heard it. The sounds of children, boys, cheering and dancing. A tune being played for them on what sounded like wooden pipes. I ran towards the sound, if anyone was gonna be able to help me it would be these people! I leaped over logs and pushed branches out of my way, speeding through the woods so fast that everything was a blur beside me.

I ran further and further,following the melody until suddenly I saw a glowing ball of flames. Around it, young boys, probably around my age, a little younger, some a little older, were dancing and cheering. I walked closer, being cautious to stay behind the trees and bushes so that I couldn't be seen, although my face still couldn't be seen, thanks to my hood being pulled almost over my eyes. I began to get really close to them. Two boys stood out to me in particular. They weren't dancing. One was simply watching, sitting on a log.

He was tall, very tall, and blonde. His hair had been grown out a little, it's was shaggy and messy. He looked around my age, maybe a year older. He had a thinning face and lips, and a scar that slashed from between his eyebrows to his right cheek. The other boy was the one playing the melody on the pipes. He was very different.

He was tall too, but no where near as thin and shabby as the other boy. In fact, he looked rather well kept. His hair was brown, fluffy and swept to one side of his forehead. His lips were pouted slightly in order to play the pipes, exposing his, well, sort of perfect face shape. He had strong shoulders and what looked like cuff links around his wrists. He was actually quite attractive at first sight. But what was the most entrancing were his eyes. They were a deep and dark green, and even from a far I could see a hint of an evil gleam in them. I stared for a little moment longer, until I saw the blonde boy whisper something to the other one. And all the music stopped.

All heads slowly turned to me, some of them smiling, sinisterly. One thing crossed my mind. Run. I stepped back and spring off my back foot to begin sprinting in the direction I came from, feeling stitches begin to form in my entire body.

"Come on boys!" I heard a voice boom from behind me, as twigs snapped and leaves crunched. They were coming after me. I dive rolled over obsticles and took sharp turns, I had to lose them, I couldn't let them catch me. I ran further and further into this unknown place. The boys screaming and shouting after me. I looked over my shoulder, the blonde boy was in the lead, bounding over logs and stray branches. THUD.

I bumped into something firmly and was thrown back to the floor. I felt my skin crack on a thorn bush underneath my hand, then the warm feeling of blood oozed out and onto my fingers. I panted heavily, nearly forgetting about the boys chasing after me. Four or five pairs of strong arms forced themselves under mine, lifting me up and to my feet. I kicked and squirmed around trying to get loose, but they held me tight.

"He's a scrawny one isn't he?" One called out, holding up one of my arms to show the bony wrist. I snatched it back down, making it slip from his grip. Now was the chance. With my free hand I scratched the boy that was holding my other arm, and elbowed the other in the stomach.

I felt my body loosen up and not even stopping to look forward under the concealed blackness of my hood I charged ahead. THUD. Shit. The object stood still as I bashed into it again. A strong hand wrapped itself around my shoulder, holding me still, while the others held tightly once more around me. "Calm down new guy."

"We ain't gonna kill you just yet!" They were saying. Suddenly, my hood was pulled back from over my head, revealing my face to all of them. Silence filled the atmosphere. Some gasps from behind me. I looked up and glared with all the evil and anger I had inside me. It was him, the boy playing the music. He looked angry too, like I had somehow offended him already.

"What? Never seen a girl before?" I spat at him. The arms from the other boys loosened, I shrugged them off aggressively, but the boy in front of me kept his firm grip on my shoulder, breathing heavily through his nose.

"How did you get here?" He finally demanded in the silence. Stepping forward into the grip he had on my shoulder.

"Why should I tell you? I don't even know where I am!" I said back to him. His grip tightened, making my shoulder ache. He pulled me even closer and leaned down so we were eye to eye. Nose to nose.

"I won't ask again. Tell me." I raised myself up. I'm not afraid of this kid. Who the hell is he to demand my backstory?

"Tell me where I am and I'll think about it." I said through gritted teeth. He breathed in heavily, finally lettting me go, attempting to shove me to the ground, but I stood tall against him.

"You're in Neverland. MY island. Now, how did you get here." Wait, what? Neverland? You mean that place that we read about in story books. That place where that little boy lived, the one who refused to ever grow up. I was there?! I snapped back to reality, and looked into his eyes, scowling back at them.

"That dark shadow thing. With the eyes. It grabbed my hand, lifted me, next thing I know I'm on the beach on some random island." He straightened up and lifted his chin slightly, gazing over to the rest of the boys. "Who are you." I said, trying to sound as threatening as him. He looked down on me and smirked, I couldn't tell whether he was amused or planning my death, but I saw that evil glint once again.

"I.. am Peter Pan." Oh god no. I thought to myself, there is no way that this guy is the sweet boy that everyone waited at their window for! He looks more like a demon!

"No you're not." I laughed and scoffed at him. "That's a stupid fairytale, he's not real! Magic isn't real-"

"Isn't it?" He interrupted. Raising one eyebrow and tilting his head sidewards. He waved his other hand, and as he did I saw a single rose grow up from the ground, blooming and opening beautifully.

"How-"

"Now, who are you." He demanded from me.

"Isabella, but I go by Bella." He looked me up and down, still keeping that disgusting smirk on his face.

"Bella...Welcome to Neverland."