Counting Stars

Chapter 27

Juliette's P.O.V.

My back hurt. That was the first thing I thought of. I started to gain conciseness and it feels as though I have been sleeping longer than I normally would. My back also has an aching pain running through it. It didn't feel like I was on a bed. It felt like a hard wood floor. There was also a really musty smell, like wet wood. Where the hell was I? Did Peter finally decide to kill me? Am I already dead?

I think about opening my eyes, until I hear someone walking towards me. I just assume it's Peter and let him have the satisfaction of waking me up. There is just no point in fighting anymore. Especially with my mother's life on the line, I'll do my best and try to let him have his way, to an extant of course.

I lay there and I start to feel a discomfort in my stomach. It were as though someone was kicking me. Not super hard, but hard enough to cause pain and possibly leave some bruising. My immediate reaction was to protect my stomach with my hands, but I found that to be impossible. The feeling of tight bounds around my wrist was back once again, maybe even tighter than before.

I coughed some more and tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy. It was like they were closed for too long and I don't know if they can be reopened.

I felt another kick to my stomach, a little harder than before. My coughing becomes more frantic.

This was defiantly not Peter. I know whoever is doing this must really want me to wake up. I just figure at this point I don't have much of an option, unless of course I want them to continue to kick me.
No matter how hard or painful it is, I force my eyes open. When they do open, they are met with a wooden wall with a small porthole. The wood looks old, just like I had thought originally. The room around me looked like the cabin you would find on an old fashion ship.

"Finally, you're awake" I heard a familiar voices say from the side of me.

I sit up as best as I can and turn my head quickly to come face-to-face with the one and only true pirate known as Captain Hook.

"For some time, you had me believing you were dead... Juliette, is it?"

I don't answer him. I know nothing I say will be able to come out remotely brave. It was probably just best for me to say nothing.

He doesn't seem too fazed by this, just laughs a bit. "I won't hurt you if that is what you are afraid of."

"You had no problem wanting to hurt me a couple of nights ago" I say turning my gaze away from this disgusting man.

"Well, I'm not really interested in hurting you. I actually have no intentions on causing pain towards you. I just want to hurt Pan so he will give me what I want. And if I get what I want, then you get what you want. I will take you back to the mainland, away from this God forsaken island"

Was he being serious? Was this a trap? Or could I really get off of this island?

"You're lying" I say looking back up at him. He gave me a questioning look to my response. "We both know there is no way off of this island, not without Peter's permission. We both also know that he will never give me permission"

"You're right, he would even kill you before he lets you leave"

My face drops at this comment. "What?" Was all I could get out.

"Your arms," He starts, gesturing to my now black veins. I wish my hands weren't tied so I could pull down my sleeves. "That is dream shade running through your veins. Once it hits your heart, you'll die."

What? No, I can't die. That's a mistake. Peter says he loves me. He would never let me just die, right? Unless that's is how he plans on keeping me in Neverland. I just don't understand how that would work. It wouldn't. It's just a lie.

"Once you die, Pan can give you water from a spring in the middle of the island. The catch is that you can never leave the island."

"This is all a lie."

"I promise you, it is-" Hook was interrupted by the sudden opening of the cabin door. I think I knew this pirate, the one with the red had and cartoon nose. Maybe it was Smee. He looked out of breath as he was at a lost for words.

"Can I help you, Mr. Smee?"

"Peter Pan is on board."