My heart plummeted. My heart? He was going to take my heart just like he had taken Felix's. He slowly stepped closer to me, his eyes cast downwards. Pain was jolting through my hands due to how badly I was wringing my fingers together.
"Peter, what are you saying?" My voice held a fake calmness laced with my obvious fear. My lungs were screaming to for me to breathe but my fear was causing me to hold my breath. Peter brought his hand to my cheek, gently caressing it. I flinched at his touch.
"How was I so blind? You're clearly what I love most." His face looked crestfallen and in that moment I knew. He was going to kill me. My breaths went in and out quickly, panic beginning to set in. The adrenaline was rushing through my veins as my legs tensed, ready to run. Before I even had the chance to make a run for it, my body was pinned to a tree. I frantically looked around, but did not see anything holding me in place. Peter walked slowly to me, his hand raised.
"Peter, please. Don't do this. There has to be some other way!" The contents of my stomach began to churn, I was going to be sick. I didn't want to die like this, not here. I was supposed to grow old and die peacefully in my sleep or surrounded by all my children and my grandchildren.
"I'm so sorry." A choked scream escaped from my lips as Peter brought his hand up slowly towards my chest. I cried out for him to stop. He simply grimaced and looked at the ground. The coward couldn't even bear to look at me as he killed me. His fingers somehow reached through my skin and clutched around my heart. The pain stopped my tears and screams and replaced it with a gasping noise. My eyes shut closed as memories came flooding back to my mind. I was in the kitchen baking cookies with my mom. The green of the kitchen walls reflected the eye color that we both shared. We began flicking flower in each others faces and nine year old me happily screamed while running around the wooden table, my mom chasing close behind. The sunlight streaming through the window blocked the scene as it transformed into a new one. I was sitting on the steps of my old middle school, crying alone. A group of girls had surrounded me and told me I was ugly and that everyone had hated me. A tan boy with silky black hair came and sat next to me, telling me stupid jokes to make me smile. He wiped away my tears with his thumb as he introduced himself as Charlie. The setting sun brushing over the trees once again seared white as the scene in my mind changed. Charlie and I are standing in bleachers among hundreds of other people. It was the night of the homecoming football game. The buzzer reached zero as the stand erupted in cheers, we had won. Charlie hopped up and down excitedly with all of the students. He looked to me and screamed with joy, picking me up and spinning me around. The large lights illuminating the stadium spun in my vision as I was suddenly on Neverland. Holly stood before me now. We stood in the water at sunset, jumping over the waves as they hit the shore. She grabbed my hands and we began spinning in circles, around and around. Through the blurred green and blue I saw Peter standing. We stopped spinning. He said he couldn't do it. My conscious was suddenly being pulled back into the present, like when breaking the surface of water after being under for too long.
"I can't do it." He shouted as he fell to his knees. His hand was placed on the ground and the other on his head. He was breathing heavily and I could tell he was nearly in tears. My body was released from it's invisible grip and I dropped to the ground. My breathing matched Peter's and a few straggling tears had slipped from my eyes. We were both silent.
"It will all be over if you don't do this." He whispered angrily to himself. I thought I would be angered that he was trying to pep himself up to kill me, but I wasn't. The memories I had just seen made me realize that everything I had lived for was now gone. My life held meaning for the people that I loved, I lived for them. With them all gone, it was like I was already gone too. Somehow I felt at peace, I wasn't scared of it all anymore. I looked to the brown hair of the boy, knowing that he truly was Peter and I gently grabbed his hand. Startled, he retracted it back to himself. I crawled closer to him and grabbed his hand once more, placing it on my heart. His tear filled eyes quickly looked up into mine, confused as to what I was doing.
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Darker Than You Know ( A Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) Fan Fiction)
FanfictionI was lonely and scared of what I couldn't see. I desperately hoped help would come to me. I believed help would come to me. I believed help would save me. Little did I know, help would come in a dark, beautiful, and dangerously enchanting way. I go...
