Neverlands Shadow

Chapter 1

  The clock struck twelve, and the bell echoed off the buildings that created one large maze of streets and buildings. I sat at my window, my book propped up against my knee, my pen gliding against the fragile parchment as I recounted the events of today. My mom was asleep by now, and well my sister was probably out drinking her problems away with some stranger who just wants her body. My life has been relatively difficult, to start my dad left my mom 3 days after I was born, he said that it would ruin his life walking around with a drooling snot faced kid, after that my mom lost her job and we had to move in with my nana, my nana was incredibly religious and hated my mother for having a daughter out of wed lock, but she had done it once before so I don't quite understand why my nana was so shocked when it happened again. That was when I was 3, 15 years later and nothing has changed. My mother blamed me for everything, she hated me for making him leave. So as time passed I grew accustomed to being blocked out and left in the shadows. Sometimes I feel as if I have lost my mind. Feeling lost is a second language, almost as if I'm shattered glass in the wind. 

    Slamming my book shut, I slid off the windowsill that overlooked London. Lights dotted the dark canvas of night. I went to look at the sheet of glass that held my reflection hostage. My flame red hair was straight, my emerald eyes glowed in the dark.  Ending the staring contest with myself, I padded over to my bed. Making a relatively dramatic sigh as I let my body crash onto the mattress. My eyes shut and I felt my mind go blank. 

  I felt a gust of wind glide over my body, leaving goosebumps as it went. Shuddering I pushed myself up, turning to face the clock.... 2 am. As I let my eyes adjust I scanned my room for what was the cause of the chilling air. My eyes fell upon a glass bottle and rolled up inside was a piece of paper. Did I dare get up and let my curiosity win. 

  I stood up, letting my feet press up against the cool hardwoods. 1 Step, 2 Step, 3 Steps and I was standing in front of the object that held my biggest weakness in the palm of its hand, my imagination. Reaching out, I grabbed the glass bottle, dumping it contents into my palm. Placing the glass bottle down, I turned my attention back to the paper resting in my hand. Slowly I unraveled the paper. 

  Do you believe

That was all that was scratched onto the paper, 3 words that left me in awe, looking out into the starry night I whispered 2 simple words, I believe. 

My room began to fade away into nothingness, that's when darkness consumed me. Days seemed to pass. 

  After what seemed like forever I awoke on the cool dirt covered floor of a forest. Looking around my eyes spotted a shadow, as it stepped into the light, the most shocking it came into view and it said the most terrifying thing I could imagine.

   ''Hello Juno, My name is Peter Pan.''