Take me to Neverland

Chapter 1

It was 11 pm on a Saturday and like most nights Hayden Garnett sat comfortably in front of her fireplace sipping a glass of whiskey.

A habit she had done since she was eligible to drink and though some might say that her control had slipped slightly over the 6 years she'd been doing this she was in no mind to try and change.

It was a cloudy night, the moon was barely visible through the haze and not a single star was able to shine through the denseness.

She took another sip of her drink before placing it on the side table; she was beginning to have a slight headache and didn't want to suffer the ill effects of a hangover the next day.

She stood and brushed the imaginary dust off her dress pants. The boss had kept her long after 4 to go over the incoming deal they were making with a neighbouring business and she was given strict instructions to dress smartly.

Hayden left her living room and headed towards the hallway and the stairs leading upwards.

Flicking her wrist, Hayden began to ascend the stairs towards her bedroom. The glass of whiskey that was once resting on a coaster in the living room was now completely abandoned in the kitchen sink.

The stairs up to her bedroom were old and creaky, Victorian-styled wood with golden engravings; the bannister was loose and Hayden wondered when it would finally break off and become another unnecessary expense.

She paid no mind to the point that her cheapskate thought made, Hayden had plenty of money and had no problem comfortably paying for a new bannister.

Her bed was pushed against the far end of the room underneath the window sill. It was neatly made and beckoned Hayden with sardonic excitement. The last few nights, Hayden had crashed on the couch upon entering and locking the door, too tired to ascend the old stairs towards her long-forgotten bed.

Changing into shorts, a shirt and a pair of her favourite novelty socks, Hayden pulled back the covers and swiftly climbed into bed. She tried her best to fall asleep quickly but as the minutes ticked by and sleep failed to beckon her she knew it was useless attempting to try.

Hayden sat up and switched on the lamp that sat on her bedside table. It filled the room with a dull glow and cast an ominous shadow across the far wall.

She scratched her head, her fingers tangling in her copper curls, as she stared out the window and silently beckoned for sleep – that or something interesting to happen.

Hayden never closed her blinds when she was going to sleep. She was in the penthouse sweet of a top-tier luxury apartment complex, and unless someone had a ladder tall enough to scale 16 stories high, Hayden was sure she was completely safe.

The Auburn-haired 24-year-old cracked her knuckles causing little sparks to fly from her fingers. Her phone appeared on her bed and Hayden grabbed it calmly, if she couldn't fall asleep she might as well entertain herself by browsing Wattpad for any interesting stories.

Most were made by 13-year-old girls who didn't understand that the word Y/N didn't mean a character with Blonde hair, Blue orbs and an hourglass figure. Given the fact that Hayden was a copper-haired green-eyed beauty that did not have - by society's standards - the perfect figure, it annoyed her greatly sometimes.

Though there was still some actual high-quality fan fiction Hayden preferred to poke fun at the literary train wrecks and the comments that always succeeded in providing her with a form of sadistic pleasure.

She was halfway through a cringe werewolf fanfiction when she had the sudden urge to pee. Quickly folding the cover over and getting off her bed, Hayden lazily dragged her feet across the carpeted floor already missing the warmth of her bed.