Camo’s P.O.V.
I snuck up to the seventh floor. This is pretty much the floor for the crazy people. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I had to hide every time someone walked by.
I looked through the window in each room. I had been searching for thirty minutes and still couldn’t find anything.
I came up to a dark room and figured it was my last chance to see if Peter was there. I quietly picked the lock and opened the door. I snuck into the room and tried to find a light but couldn’t find one.
“Pirates. Yes. Yes take the treasure.” I heard muttering. Definitely not. I ran out of the room and locked it as fast as I could. I looked at the name on the chart outside of the room.
“S. Cmee. Of fucking course.” I sighed to myself. God I am going freaking crazy. I went back down to my room and decided to get some sleep.
Darkness enveloped me and I fell asleep. I knew I was sleeping but I couldn’t dream. I could barely feel anything. I started to cry.
I cried for everything. I lost everything. I lost my friends, my sanity, the way I lived my life, Neverland and most importantly…I lost Peter. He was the one who saved me. He fixed me. Who am I supposed to be without him? Am I even sane? Did I really imagine everything that happened? I’ve heard about people creating alternate realities when they slip into comas. Especially drug users. Maybe I did just imagine everything. That’s possible right?
Peter Pan is a children’s tale. It isn’t real. I am literally insane. They will have to lock me up. I opened my eyes when a light seemed to flicker over me. I could have sworn it was Tink but it disappeared.
“I’m crazy.” I sighed. A maintenance worker came in to mop by the door. I would know that face anywhere.
“Peter?” I asked quietly.
