Daughter of Neverland

Chapter 5

Pan and Tiger Lily stare me in the eyes. The look they give me is a look that is a cross with concern and trying to figure out if I'm lying. Why would I lie right now? Gold dots dance in my vision as I try to remember what happened. I just need to try to focus better. The eyes of Pan and Tiger Lily are making it hard to think. I close my eyes and the gold dots become images. I see and remember everything. I see myself and I feel all the pain. I feel the tears. The blood. So much of it was pouring from the wound. How am I still alive? I try to focus harder. Try to figure out what was really happening while the hands were pulling me under the water. With my eyes still closed, I take a deep breath. The water fills my mouth. Shoot! How is this real? It's just a memory. It's just a memory. Breathing gets harder and panic increases.

"Hook!" Pan shouts my name. "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

I open my eyes. My hands sting and it feels like water is running down them. Why would water be running down my hands? I look down and nearly gasp. Water isn't running down my hands, blood is. Dark red, sticky, metal-scented, blood. Oh.My.Gosh! I wipe my hands on my pants. The new blood mixing with the old.

"You guessed it." I wink, "And I remember now."

"I could care less, dear."

Oh.My.Gosh! Why can't he just use my name? I keep my uncaring mask on, allowing only a slight smile.

"Aww." I try to mimic his tone from earlier, "Do you want a thank you?"

"When you speak I feel myself becoming dumber."

What? "Like I care."

"I don't think I know basic math anymore." He scoffs.

I raise my hand, "Why I ought to—"

"Slap me?" he cuts me off, "You want to hit me again? Go ahead."

He steps forward. His six-foot self towering over me. My head is barely above his shoulder. My hand falls to my side and I suck in a sharp breath. My fingers brush against something cold a smooth. I wrap my fingers around the hilt of my blade, the blade he gave me as an unwanted welcome gift to Neverland. I step forward slowly shoving him closer to the nearby wall. When his back hits the wall I remove the blade and put it against his throat.

"How's this Shadow Boy?" I press the blade to his neck, drawing blood. He's looking down at me, his eyes slightly wider. Blood slowly pools up, making its way toward the edge of the blade.

"That's enough." Tiger Lily places a hand on my shoulder.

I shrug her hand off and step back. Pan grins and I step forward and press the knife deeper. I glare at him but his grin only widens. Pan grabs my wrist and instead of pulling it away, he presses it deeper. Blood starts flowing from the wound. It piles up quicker spilling off faster. I could kill him if I wanted to right now. All I'd have to do is press the blade in a little deeper and pull to the right. He takes my other hand and pulls it to his face. I feel drops of my blood running down the inside of my hand till it slowly falls down his cheek. Why'd he just do that?

"I dare you to do it." His words leak a hateful venom, "Kill me."

"I just might."

"Make your father proud." he hisses, "Be the daughter he wanted."

I pull the blade slightly and his eyes widen. He doesn't think that I'll do it. He's wrong. He's so, so wrong. I could but I don't want to be anything like Father. It's not like I'm afraid of harming Pan.

"I said enough." Tiger Lily wraps her hands around my waist and pulls me away.

"Yeah. Whatever, I'm leaving." I shove away.