Recap-
"Neverland?"
"Yeah... why, what wrong?" he furrows his eye brows.
"No, nothing. Just that I use to go there as a kid in my dreams."
"Hey Carter, lets run away together." He says.
I smile and just as I'm about to reply I become woozy and see bright colors. Peter falls to the ground. I stumble around and try getting to him but I fall at hit my head against the ground. Every thing went black, and I felt someone pick my up and throw me over their shoulder.
"Nice acting Peter."
"Thanks, Felix"
.....SILENCE.....
- Carter's POV
I hear foot steps and ruffling in the leaves. I try to look up but my body is numb and I can't open my eyes. There is whispering all around me. I move my head; eyes still shut. The whispering stops and footsteps fade away. I'm able to open my eyes and see Peter right in front of me warming himself up by a fire with his eyes never leaving me. He smiles a smile of relief.
I slowly get up my body aching. I look around unable to recall my surroundings or how I got there and freak out. My mind and my heart race. I'm determined to stay in control, but just barley. Thoughts rush to my brain on what's going on and what I had heard making me woozy. I begin to feel myself falling. I catch myself and I'm on all fours staring at the leafy dirt with eyes wide open. In the corner of my eye I see Peter get up to help me. I move away from him, fear in my eyes. He looks at me confused. I look at the floor unable to look at him; disgusted? Furious? I'm not sure. All I know is that I can't look at him.
"How could you?" I say hardly a whisper.
"What?" he asks confused.
"How could you?! I trusted you!" I shout at him my voice cracking as I try to resist the urge of crying.
"What are you talki-"
"Cut the crap!" I shout at him with fury rushing through my blood.
"I'm not sure what to s-" he stops talking and starts looking around.
"Oh really? How about starting of with 'I'm sor-"
"Shh"
"Wha-"
"Shh"
"Don't you 'shush' me!"
"Shh"
"Boy I will cu-"
"SHH! Carter? Don't move."
"What are you talkin-" I freeze as a sharp object was pressed against my back.
"Who are you?" a teenage boy says.
"Well, that depends on who's asking, because I don't want to be giving information to some creep who will just end up-" he presses the object deeper into my back.
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Memories Of Pixie Dust (A Peter Pan Fanfic)
FantasyI've known her since she was born. She doesn't know I exist yet, but she has always believed in me. She's alone in the world. Her only friend is the Man on the moon; and even sometimes he will go away too. She has no trace of who and where her pa...
