Take Me Away

Chapter One

"You have to wake up, kid! This is the real world! Fairy Tales don't exist! Welcome to Reality, where life's a bitch, and death is her sister." My father spits at me.

"Grow up." He waves his hand, and I flinch, but he's just dismissing me.

I run off to my room, and shut my door quietly locking it. A tear escapes down my cheek, but I wipe it away quickly. I walk over to my bed, grab my journal, and I open it to the most recent page.

Dear journal,

I didn't think it was possible to feel more alone than I do right now. My mother fled my father, and left him with a drinking problem, and me. I don't have any friends at school, and  everyone thinks that I am just a stupid little kid! I am 17 years old. I'm almost an adult. I can make my own decisions, and if he likes it or not i'm leaving. I'm running away.

Tomorrow I will pack my things before bed, and leave early in the morning. I'm sorry.

I put my journal under my pillow, and grab a book bag. Not too big, but not too small. I grab the switchblade from under my bed putting it on my desk just in case my dad has another breakdown. Then head to my dresser getting a few tank tops, shorts with two pairs of jeans and other things I may need. After I shove my clothes in my bag I throw my long brown, wavy hair into a messy bun and head into bed. I can't stay here anymore. I don't want to. Tossing and turning in bed I realize my window must be open because it was getting pretty chilly. I walk over to my window, that opens like a door, and shut it locking it. Then I hear something in my room move. I quickly scram for my phone, and I have no such luck finding it.

I feel a black figure grab me and push me against the wall lightly while putting a hand over my mouth. "Don't scream." He whispers, and I can tell it's a boy.

I nod, and he slowly let's go of me. I go to scream as loud as I can and he puts his hand back over my mouth, and pushes me against the wall again. "I see you don't like to listen, huh?" I can see his grin with the moonlight leaking into my room, and only revealing some of my rooms secrets. "If you scream again I am going to have to punish you. Now, you don't want that do you?" He says in a seductive tone.

My eyes widen, and I slap him. He slowly let's go of my mouth again, and I run to the light switch tripping over a chord, and he goes to grab me tripping over the same thing I did and onto me. I pick up the knife I set on my desk by my door, which I knocked off while falling, and hold it up to wherever my hands can find. His pearly white teeth glisten in the moonlight in a grin, and I push him off me, and turn on the light. Revealing who this mystery guy was.

I stand in pure astonishment, he was absolutely handsome. His hair was a dark, dirty blonde with a tint of rust in it, and it was a mess. His eyes were a shade of blue, and green and brown all morphed together with a darkness in them. His outfit looked hand made and attractive but probably only on him. It was a dark green shirt with it's sleeves rolled up, and a dark brown almost black belt with a knife attached on it. Also he wore dark brown pants, and tall combat boots. He raised his eye brow, "you know a picture lasts longer, my love." He says, and I just now notice his english accent.

Snapping out of my thoughts I glare at him and hold the knife steady in my hand ready to attack.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about." I stutter.

"You were checking me out? Want me to pose?" He walks over to me, and I back into the wall again. He places his hand over my head, on the wall. He was quite a bit taller than me. After I slap him hard across the face I place the tip of my knife on his heart, and meet his eyes. "It would be quite a shame if you were to stab me there, and realize that I, my love, do not have a heart."

My eyes widen, "your lying. Who are you anyhow?"

"Oh, ha, I seemed to have forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Peter." He pauses, and grins, "Peter Pan."

I try to hold in my laugh, "you mean the boy I used to dream about as a kid?" 

He goes to move but I press the tip of my knife into his chest just enough to let him know I don't believe his crap for a second.

"I'm not the same as the children books, my love. I do not do good. You see I'm like the opposite of him. I'm evil. Also, if you want to test if i'm lying about my heart. Go for it." He grits his teeth seeming like he wanted me to stab him.

"No, I mean if you don't tell me the truth for this question I will. Why are you in my room?" I ask keeping my knife to his heart.

"I was trying to find Tink, she flew into your room. You obviously aren't a heavy sleeper."

I go to laugh, but he seems serious. Oh, god. He's serious. "After I find her I'll leave you alone, love."

Peter starts searching around my room, and I watch him. "Erin! Erin what was all that noise!" I hear my father yell, and stomp up the stairs. I push Peter into my closet, and hop into my bed after turning off my lights so that my father thinks that I am still sleeping. My door creaks open, and the lights flick on, and I hope Peter stays quiet. My father walks over to me, and drags me out of bed and I fall onto the floor. "What in the hell was that noise, child! I know you aren't sleeping!" He yells, and I scramble to my feet, "um, father I just dropped something, and I didn't think it would be that loud. I'm sorry." I say, and he spits. Gross.

"I don't want to hear anything else." He heads out of my room, and Peter flies out of my closet, and kick slams the door shut on my fathers butt making him hit the wall. He curses me out, and goes to his bedroom. I cover my mouth, and look at Peter. "How'd you?"

"Fly?"

"Yeah, how could, wait. Let me guess faith, trust and pixie dust?" I giggle, and he shrugs with his arms crossed. "Something like that. Come here."

I walk over to him, and he turns me around facing away from him. "Close your eyes." I close my eyes, and I feel his hot breath on my neck, and I turn around quickly. "What are you doing!" I whisper shout. "Just trust me. I won't do anything bad to you, yet, love." I slap him, and turn back around, and close my eyes feeling his hot breath on me again. I hear him whisper in my ear, "now relax." Peter tells me, and I relax my shoulders, and I feel the floor come out from underneath my feet. I open my eyes, and go to freak out, but Peter covers my mouth again. "Shhh." He says, "remember, relax." Peter grins, and grabs my hand taking me out the window, and we do loops through the night sky. It felt good to be detached from the world for a bit.

Though after we finish making an Infinity sign of sparkles in the air, Peter takes me back into my room, and shuts the window slightly. I stand there, and look at him, breathless. "I have things to do. So, I got to go. Goodbye, uh Erin."

"B-," and he's gone. Just like that. "Bye Peter Pan." I say and yawn, as I sit down on the seat by the window, and fall into a deep slumber.