Take Me Away

Chapter Two

I woke up, and quickly looked around my room. It still had some things knocked down from the night before.
I looked over at my clock, and it was 7:00 AM. I could leave now and never look back. 

I could leave right before school, and never look back. So, why am I staying?

I go into my bathroom, and get changed into clothes to get ready for the day of hell/school. Where the kids are like monsters who tear out your soul, and the teachers say they can help but don't allow you to fight back.

The next two weeks I don't see that crazy guy, Peter. Maybe I dreamed it, and just slept walked. I have no idea. It seemed real, but a character from a story book? I don't even care, but I kind of wanted to see him again. I mean he didn't seem that evil to me. Plus I don't even know why he was actually in my room. Stop thinking about this, Erin, chill.

I walk home slow from school today, and come across a green path. You know when you smell the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and you can almost taste it in your mouth and all you want to do is find where they are? I was attracted to this path like cookies. I'm hungry. I stare up at a tall willow tree that made me stop in my tracks, and the leaves seemed to be whispering as they blew in the wind. I ignore it, and head away from the path, shaking my head. I feel someone or something standing at the end of the path. So, I turn around quickly.

No one.

I turn back around, and close my eyes seeing Peters again in my mind. 'Go home, Erin.'

I hear a voice say, but no one is around me. I'm going crazy. I start running home, and I drop my house keys as I get to the door. I look around me quickly after picking them up. I put the key in, but someone opens the door faster than my hands could grasp it. It was my father. Thank god. I thought I was going insane if something else freaky happened. I grab my keys, and run to my room slamming my door behind me.

I throw my book bag to the side, and slide down my bedroom door. What is going on with me lately? I just keep thinking about him it's weird. Like he said he's a fairy tale character from a children's book. I sigh, and stand up going into my bathroom. I strip, and start the shower looking at myself in the mirror before I get in. I always judge myself before a shower, I guess it's an insecurity thing all girls have.

I step in the shower, and let the warm water soothe my muscles, and run down my back relaxing me. "Remember, relax." I scream, and peak out of the curtain. "Not funny creep!" I shut the curtain angrily, and I hear a whistle start playing a beautiful sound. Unlike any other sound I have ever heard. It was like silk floating through the air in my room, and the bathroom. I turn off the shower, and step out. The cold air clinging to me, and the feeling of being alone pressing me down. He wasn't in my room. I guess It was all in my head? I might be going crazy because I need food. I'm going to get food, and just sleep this off. I swear it's probably because I'm sleep deprived from all the homework I get. "Erin, I'm going to the bar. I should be back before two in the morning. If not, come get me at Jonny's."

"K, dad, don't get alcohol poisoning."

"Ha ha, very funny, brat." He leaves. I shrug off the fact that it hurts me every time he does this. The feeling of being alone, and lost sets in again as I make myself breakfast for dinner. I could eat French Toast everyday, all three times a day, but i'd be fat and that would be unhealthy. I put my french toast in the microwave, and rest my head on my hands as I daydream about eating it. So close, but so far! 

DING

I grab my french toast, and the syrup and sit at the counter. We have a really pretty kitchen actually. It's all beautiful granite counter tops, and dark wood that reminds you of a cabin. Which is basically the type of house I live in anyways. The knobs are silver, and have a beautiful swirly design on them. The counter I'm sitting at is an island it's in the middle of the kitchen, and it has two tall chairs. My favorite spot to eat.

I put my dish in the dishwasher, and head back up to my room. I finally get to just relax, and sleep and get away from the world for a while. Maybe i'll leave tomorrow. I don't know what I was waiting for. I don't know what I hoped would happen either. Maybe I thought my dad would change over night, or maybe I had hoped for a miracle.

I just wanted to forget all of this. I also don't even know why Peter is in my mind so much anyways. It's like he put himself in my brain. I strip down into my hoodie and my black lace undies. I take off my socks, and get comfortable in bed. I cuddle with my giant five foot white stuffed bear because he is literally the comfiest thing in the world. He could put the most hyper child to sleep in a matter of minutes.

My eyes start to drift off, and I dream of that night.

'Don't scream.'

"Well, you seem restless with thoughts about me." My eyes shoot open. I hear a whistle start to play, and I look at my window and he's there. He's sitting there playing this whistle that looks handmade. He has the same outfit on except he has these brown leather cuff type things on his wrists. "I was not thinking about you." I state, and he disappears and now he's hovering over me in bed about a foot away, and he whispers, "don't scream."

I scream, hurriedly jumping out of bed putting on my pants and turning on the light. "What is wrong with you! Why are you here! Why were you here? Because you never found this supposed fairy tale fairy thing in my room."

"Tink, and on the contrary, my love, I heard her and knew where she was and what she had gotten herself into. Which is why I fled so fast."

"So, why did you come back?"

He appears centimeters away from me, and his mouth inches from mine. "I couldn't help myself." He whispers, and disappears then reappears sitting crisscross in the air over my bed playing his flute thing. "I love how you don't sleep in pants, it just makes m-"

"Feel horny?" I scoff, and he glares at me then grins. He raises an eye brow, and disappears shutting off the light. "Hey!" I yell, and I feel his hand over my mouth again. Then we're outside suddenly. Not only are we outside we're by a cliff! He dangles me off it effortlessly. "Admit it, you can't stop thinking about me."

"What is wrong with you!" I yell, and attach myself to his arm like a sloth. I swear it's my spirit animal.

We appear back in my room. "Everything."

"You're crazy."

"Why, yes, actually I am." Peter grabs my hair, and pulls me close to his face, "I'm completely mad."

I groan a bit at his force on my hair, and knee him in the rib cage. "Go back to wherever the hell you came from." I say, and rub the back of my head.

"As you wish, my love, but be careful what you wish for because I might just leave and never come back." He does this eye brow thing that makes me die a little inside, and Peter goes to leave. "Bye, my love." He grins, and goes to disappear. He's gone.

"Peter! Wait!"

He poofs back so close to my face. "Yes?"

"Take me to Neverland."