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My screams are deafening- either that or the wind rushing past my ears- as I fall. Down the cliff's side I go, it almost seems never ending, but I know that I have a second left.
I had jumped, confident, and happy, off of that plank. Completely sure that I would fly up, or at least stay suspended. What Slightly told me, and well, what Peter Pan was known for, made me actually believe that I would be able to fly just like him. That I would be just as strong as Pan himself, just because of my newfound magic. I even smirked, thinking of his reaction, satisfied with what I imagined he would've looked like, had I actually been able to fly.
I hit the water hard, feeling the pain sprout from my lower back- where I practically landed horizontally- through the very tips of my fingers, I shriek in pain. Or at least I would. But I can't.
I open my eyes, then close them immediatly when they start to sting. With the pain I try to take in a breath of air, but all that comes in is the saltwater that burns my throat, and my lungs sieze, trying to cough what I swallowed back up.
It's horrible, really. Almost like the time only a few short days ago that I was being suffocated by the rope around my neck. This time, however, it is much, much more scary. I am surrounded by nothing, not able to tell which way is up and which is down.
My senses are fogged. I see nothing but the black backs of my eyelids in the murky water, smell nothing of course, taste only salt water with the coppery tint of blood, hear nothing but the whooshing of my own limbs as I thrash helplessly in the water, and lastly feel nothing due to the eerily room-tempature liquid. The only thing that I can be sure of is pain, undeniable pain all over my body, in and out. At least when I planned my death it had happened rather ceremoniously.
Now, I feel pathetic. My insides hurt, my head can feel pressure from every direction. My senses, even the pain, is fading, but not in a good way. I know that I'll pass out soon, as I've spent nearly three mintutes under water, at least.
I'm fading in and out of conciousness, not exactly sure how long it lasts. It feels like months, years, decades, but in reality it must have been only seconds.
I'm almost completely gone, so I don't know when, and don't feel when I am dragged out of the water and onto the shore. I don't actually feel anything until I'm caughing up water- and a bit of blood- on a shore by the cliff.
I feel lips pressed against mine first, and I'm startled by it. It doesn't take me long to realize that he wasn't kissing me though, but saving me. I'm only eighteen today, though I didn't tell anyone here about my birthday, they didn't seem the type for celebration. But none of the boys here that I had seen, besides Pan himself, looked older than fourteen or fifteen. So when I open up my eyes, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't shocked.
What I see in front of me isn't Pan, nor any of the boys I've seen before. But he's definetly one of them.
The way he looks at me tells me that he didn't know I was even on the island. But a smile automatically spreads across his face the second he sees my eyes open and focus on him- it's a genuine smile too- the first aimed at me since the moment I arrived.
I hear footsteps approaching and the boy glances over, his upper body still hanging over mine since he was just doing CPR- or whatever it is you do to someone who drowned- giving me a chance to really look at him.
The first thing I notice is the long scar running down from his eye and reaching to around the bottom of his cheek. His long, blonde hair falls around his face, droplets of water falling on me. From what I can tell, he is very thin, but not in an unhealthy way. As a matter of fact, he seems to be all lean muscle. His lips hold the ghost of a smile, but it's hardened over, probably waiting for the foliage to part and Pan to come through. His eyes- though I can't see them now- I know are a light greyish blue, and something passed in them as he first looked down at me, but I was never able to catch it.
"Ah Felix, you found her!" Pan says loudly, throwing his hands in the air. "Marvelous!" Then he stops, noticing the way we are laying. Him with his hands on either side of my head, me staring up at him focusing on his face more intently than I should have been.
"When did she arrive?" Felix, the boy who just saved me, says. He straightens up and backs away from me promptly after seeing the disapproving and confused look on Pan's face.
"She came just the other night, while you left for your trip." Pan informs Felix, and the boy nods. Something lingers behind the word 'trip' however, for as long as I'd been there, the lost boys usually said hunting trip or supplies run when they talked about anything relatively close to taking trips.
"And what the hell happened to you Tiger Lily?" Pan chuckled, making my face flare up in red, something it hardly ever did before this island. I almost scream at Pan again, but Felix speaks before I can get a word in, a sort of protective tone stays in his voice. I can tell that Pan trusts the boy, and that in turn Felix is loyal to him, but he's not being protective over himself, or Pan, just... me.
"I saw her walk the plank from the other side of the crevice." He gestures to where the lost boys are standing, confused, on the bank opposite to them. "And when she didn't come back up, I wasn't sure what to do. But I thought she was one of the boys at first, and no one did anything, so I got her." He pauses, looking at Pan for a reaction- which isn't given- then at me so quickly I'm not even sure he really did, before continuing.
"She wasn't breathing, and of course I didn't know who she was, but I could sense her magic..." There the word was again, making me feel uneasy. "So I thought she would be of value to you. I just got her breathing again when you got down to the beach. If I would have left her any longer and she would've been gone." He finishes, stealing one more glance at me.
Pan looks at Felix, taking in what he said. Then after a moment or two of tension, he crosses his arms and nods in approval. Not long after a grimace appears on his face, eyes taunting as the boys finally gather near, looking confused and somewhat dejected.
"I should've known..." Pan pauses, something flashes in his eye. "Cats can't swim."
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Picture: Felix
Cast list:
Olivia Hussey as Cameron (Tiger) Lily
Robbie Kay as Peter Pan
Parker Croft as Felix
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