Take Me Away

Chapter Seven

"What do you mean Wonderland?" I laugh, and he just shrugs.

"It's this place inside the bridge. You go down this hole at the top, and you can crawl through it. It gets bigger in some spots, and smaller in some spots."

"So, it's just a little hang out?"

"I guess, it's for disturbed artists who graffiti."

"Interesting. Why did you take me here though?"

"You seem like the quiet kind of girl with edge." He smirks at me, and I grin.

"Spot on."

Andrew walks me to the top, and we pass three holes in the ground until we get to one with a tore up banner. There is graffiti all over it, and I look over at him looking down it. He looks at me, and his green eyes remind me of Peter.

I quickly push the thought of him out of my head. This is kind of like a date I shouldn't be thinking of Peter right now. "So, it's not too far, but I'll go in first just in case you get nervous. Plus sometimes hobos like to sleep in here."

I nod nervously, an watch him go down carefully with his phone flashlight. As soon as he gets to the bottom he whispers up to me to signal I can come down. I step on the first step, and my legs tremble. "Afraid of heights?" I shake my head no, and continue to go down. My foot slides off the second step, and Andrew runs to catch me, and doesn't fail in doing so. He holds me bridal style, and gently puts me down.

"Um, so, you go through here." Andrew shines his flashlight around to show me the art work. It was amazing, but these people must have been crazy. Some of them were really creepy. Andrew leads the way through a low doorway. You can literally barely crawl through here. How did people do graffiti?

We got to the middle where we were able to stand up, and we sit at the edge over the highway. "You know? I would of thought you were one of the stuck up pretty girls. You seem down to earth, and chill though."

"Yeah, heh." I say, and stay quiet. I look at the stars, and I see the star Peter showed me. Where Neverland is. I'm on a bridge called Wonderland, on a world called hell, dreaming about a place in the stars called Neverland, and a handsome man named Peter Pan. Isn't that something?

"You're very quiet."

"I know. The most meaningful conversations are said silently."

"That makes no sense."

"You just don't understand it yet. Such a pity." I say, and kick my feet. I throw a pebble down at the highway.

I guess I made it awkward because we didn't say anything to each other after that until we went to climb back. "Be careful by the smallest doorway. Remember it's steep getting do-"

I stumble out, and roll down the concrete. Andrew jumps over me, and lands beside me making sure i'm okay. I groan, and he lifts me up. I brush off the dirt off my jeans, and grunt. "Ouch." I say, and climb up the ladder before him. Might as well give him a good view before I leave him, and never talk to him again.

We walk back to his bike, and he takes me back home. This time I don't pretend to fly. I hold on, and close my eyes letting the cold envelope me. I wish Peter would just try to fathom what I am going through here. He would let me stay for sure. "Your stop, miss." We both get off his bike, and he walks me to the door. I don't think my dad is home. "Um, I had fun." He says, and puts his hands in his pockets nervously. "Yeah, me too."

I go to open my front door, but Andrew turns me around, and kisses me against the door. It felt nice to feel wanted, but I didn't feel a spark. Andrew backed away slowly, and I felt his hot breath on my face like fire. Then he backed off the steps, and walked back to his bike. I stood there silently as he rode off.

"How was that kiss?" I hear a voice say, and I look to the left of me, and Peter is standing there. I don't even jump this time. I just walk in my house, and slam the door. I hear knocking at my door, and I just sit in front of it. "Why did you make me come back?" I ask trying so hard not to let my tears escape the prison I tried so desperately to lock my feelings away in. I guess I failed though because I let one slip down my cheek.

"There are no lost girls in Neverland, Erin."

"No lost girls in Neverland. Ha," I bite my lip, "why did you come back Peter?"

There was a silence for a few seconds, but it felt like a million years. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."

This made me angry. I was fuming. I wiped my tears, stood up, and flung the door open pushing him off my steps. "Stop saying you're freaking sorry! Stop it!" I hit him until he grabs my arms restraining me. "You don't freaking mean it! So why do you keep lying to me! You told me I don't belong that I would never belong! You're right I may not, but I don't belong here either! So, help me out!" My face is red, and I rip my arms out of Peter's grip and pace the sidewalk for a minute or two.

"I wanted to find out what my shadow told you." Peter says, and I stop in my tracks, and look at him.

"Of course, that's the only logical reason you would, huh? Well, he told me to stay away. Now, leave." I say with a cold tone, and the temperature around me seemed to get colder.

"But first," Peter grabs me softly, and pushes me against my car slowly, "I want to leave you with something." He whispers slowly in my ear, and his cheek brushes against mine. I feel his lips touch my neck, and then he's gone again. I put my hand over my neck, and look around me with my mouth slightly ajar. What just happened?