Somewhere In Neverland

Ten.

Arabella's P.O.V.

I slowly turn my head to where I heard Jack's voice. He walked in, sadness and disappointment in his eyes and he closes the door without making a sound. I turn my head, fighting back tears. I hated disappointing him. But why couldn't he just give me a few minutes by myself? I catch a glimpse of my bleeding wrist and arm, Oh. That's why.

He sits down next to me with a cool towel in his hand placing it gently on my arm. After a few minutes the bleeding stops, and I just feel extremely exhausted. Jack sighs and throws his arm over my shoulder. I gently let my head fall on his shoulders and he kisses my head. "Jack I'm sorry," I choke out, letting tears fall.

He laughs a little and wipes some tears away, kissing the top of my head. Yes, we had gotten that close. "Now, now sweetheart. It's alright." He says with a small smile. He lets me cry on his shoulder, and just wipes tears away every now and then. "Come on, Arie." He says, using the nickname he's given me and that is catching on with everyone else. "Everything is going to be okay. Tell me what's going on."

"Taylor-she hates me. She makes me feel worthless. She makes my life a living nightmare. She makes me want to die, makes me feel like I'm not good enough. Yet, I still love her." I say, in between silent sobs. Jack tilts his head, quizzically, obviously confused. "I don't get it, you two dated?" He jokes and this makes me laugh a little. "No," I reply, calming a little bit, "we were best friends. From second to seventh grade. She started getting more popular and getting boyfriends. She started seeing me as an object in her way. She started dating Jordan," I cringe at his name and Jack tightens his grip on me a bit, pulling me closer as tears start to come again, "h-he was walking down the hallway one day at school, and I was late. I said hello, because he was dating my best friend and he pushed me against a locker and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I didn't try to fight, cause I knew I would lose," I start crying harder and shaking a bit and Jack puts me in his lap and cradles me like a baby.

"Go on," he says softly, still rocking me back and forth.

"T-Taylor was in the bathroom around the corner and sh-she saw us. I tried running after her to talk to her, to tell her what happened, but she wouldn't. When she finally stopped running, she turned around and all I could see was hurt and evil in her eyes. She punched me. My best friend punched me. She said 'I'm sick of your shit, Arabella. I can't deal with you and now you go and turn into some slut that kisses other girls' boyfriend in the hallway. I'm not dealing with you anymore, you're too fucked up in your head.' And she walked away." I sob, harder and try to control my breathing.

"It's alright love, it wasn't your fault." Jack says, trying to calm me down.

We sit on the bathroom floor for about an hour I think before I hear Alex knock on the door. "Uh-Peter Pan is coming on guys.." he says uneasy. Jack smiles and lifts me up, and walk out the door. Alex's face is full of worry and what else, jealousy?

Alex's P.O.V.

Alright, they've been up there long enough. I say, getting off the couch, kind of irritated. Plus, I was worried. What if Jack was trying to bandage her arms again because she cut? I walk hurriedly towards the stairs. Rian looks at me, raising his eyebrows. "Peter Pan is coming on, gotta get Arie," I say a little to quickly. Rian shrugs and returns his attention to the TV.

I go up the stairs two at a time and I hear sobbing. Not loud, but enough. I step up to the door, not yet knocking and listen to the story Arabella tells Jack. Jack says something too quiet that I cannot make out from behind the door and Arabella completely breaks down. My heart aches for her. She really has no one. At all. Except for us. We're all she has; her life support. I raise my hand and knock on the door saying Peter Pan was about to come on. I hear a shuffling of feet and Jack opens the door, Arabella in his arms and gives me a small smile. She looks at me and she looks exhausted and so fragile. I feel anger boil up and jealousy. Arabella looks at me with questioning eyes and then I see her arm, with a nice fresh cut etched into it. Memories start to come, but I block them out, taking Arabella out of Jack's arms and into mine. Jack understands, opens our bedroom door and I walk in. "I'll record Peter Pan, Arie." He smiles softly and she nods to say thank you. Jack walks out and I wait until I hear him, Rian and Zack yelling about the remote downstairs before placing Arabella on my bed.

She looked so frail and ghostly. There was black circles under her eyes and I wonder if she has slept at all in the past week. Some of her bones are sticking out or easily seen and wonder the last time she actually ate a full meal. He burgundy hair is a little frizzy and her eyes are closed, her breathing even. I look at her arms and lightly brush the scars, trying not to wake her from her slumber. I sigh, feeling defeated and oddly tired. I take off Arabella's socks and throw my comforter over her and turn to go lay on my mattress.

"Alex.." I hear her murmur, that if she was any quieter, I wouldn't be able to hear her at all. I turn around and walk towards and sit next to her, brushing some hair out of her face. "What is my little Arie," I smile softly. "Don't leave me..." she whispers, silently and scoots over a bit, "Please don't..." she whispers again, sounding tired and barely audible. I sigh and lay down next to her, getting under the covers. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me. "I'm not going anywhere, promise." I say.

She turns to me and gives me a weak smile, "let's run away to Neverland. You can be Peter and I'll be Wendy," she laughs a little, almost back asleep. I laugh a little, "what about the rest of them? I don't think they'll appreciate being left out of our plans." "They can be my lost boys. The ones who are at an all-time low, but still manage to survive together and be happy.." she trails off saying things barely audible and I wouldn't make them out. Finally, she falls back to sleep, turning over. I pull her close again, a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach. "One day my little Wendy, one day." I murmur, kissing the top of her head and finally falling asleep.