Memories of a Lost Soul

Magic

Warning: Slight mention of murder.

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'His name is Peter. Peter Nicholson.'

Odd. Somehow, that name sounds very familiar. I rack my brain for any answer, but i can't remember anyone with that name. Maybe it's one of the Lost Boys name. Yeah, it's probably one of their names.

'He died here 3 years ago today.'

'3 years ago? What happened?' I blurt out.

'We had a....an argument and he ran away from home.' He looks down at the cane, 'I chased him all the way here, but I lost him for a minute' He closes his eyes, 'When I found him, he's already lying unconscious on the ground.' 

'He was...already dead?'

'Yes, there was...so much blood,' he sighs, trying to calm himself down. 'The doctor said that he slipped and fell head first.'

'I'm....sorry for your loss,' I lose my words. Seeing how this middle-aged man is trying so hard to keep himself from crying is a bit too much for me. I feel like I can cry at any moment.

'Thank you, but it's fine now,' He sniffs and smiles. 'Thank you for talking to me, young man. It really made my day.'

'It's nothing. I just listen to you.'

'It's not that simple. You see, today is his Birthday. Peter would be 15 if he was here. This cane...' he shows me his cane. 'I actually planned to give him this cane for his 15th Birthday, but since he is not here anymore, you can have this.'

 'No! I can't possibly accept this.'

I can't take such gifts and yet, the man keep insisting me. He lay out the cane on his palms in front of me. I don't want it, but I don't think I can refuse. Finally, I give in. Reluctantly, I reach out to take the cane. The moment the cane touches my hand, a bright light breaks out. It takes me by surprise. I close my eyes and wait until the light dies down before opening them. 

'Is something wrong. young man?' The man looks at me, confused.

'Huh? There's a flash of light just now....so...'I trail off. 'You didn't see it?'

'See what?'

'Nothing.' I decide not to worry him. 'It's nothing...'

'Come to think of it, I haven't catch your name.'

'Oh right! My name is...'

What is my name?  

It's at the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to say it. I rack my brain. I grab my head and shake it, but nothing comes out. It's a common boys name. It's something. I keep thinking, but nothing comes into mind. Until a small bell-like voice calls out. 

'Peter!'

Instinctively, I turn around. I see a speck of light, zooming towards me. It's Tinkerbell. My memories flashes before me. That's right, my name is Peter Nicholson. I was 12. I lived with my parents in London. I had a fight with my father and ends up in Neverland. I wonder how could I ever forget about that. I was about to tell the man, when I realize that he is spacing out. 

'Mister?'

'Peter!' A speck of light stops in front of my face. 'There you are! I was so worried! You just disappeared! And then, The Queen suddenly told us that you're grown! I didn't believe it, so I...' She rambles on, but my attention is drawn to something else.

'Dear? What are you doing here?' A woman, with a baby in her arms, touches the man's shoulder as she calls him.

'Mother....?' My voice is barely above a whisper.