|| Something's gone terribly wrong ||
I lay back in the hospital bed as the nurses prod at me. I know that they'll be coming back with the police to talk to me about my boyfriend who was abusive. I have no idea what to tell them. I can't lie and get an innocent in trouble. I know that if I tell the truth, nothing bad will happen. They can't find Pan or Neverland.
They keep checking on me, waking me up every hour on the hour because of my concussion. Yeah, Pan gave me a concussion earlier in the week which was only made worse by him punching me in the jaw. They check my vitals and ask about my pain. It's gone down quite a bit thanks to the medication they've been giving me.
"We'll be back in five minutes to talk with you about how this happened."
I decide to tell them the truth. Nothing can happen to Pan or Neverland. I know that they will try to get me not to lie after hearing it, but it's not a lie.
"Hi, Miss Rhodes. I'm Detective Johansson," an older woman smiles.
"Hi," I press the button on the bed that will help me sit up a bit.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better than I was when I got here."
"I can imagine. So can you tell me about the person who did this?"
"Yes. What would you like to know?"
"Anything you can tell us will be helpful."
"Okay. Well, don't laugh, but he name is Peter Pan. We lived in Neverland together. He's not the Peter Pan from the stories. He's much worse. He can be cruel and awful as noted by my injuries. He has the ability to rip a heart out of a human being. The heart becomes enchanted and has two purposes. You can control the person with its heart, or you can crush the heart into ash and kill the person," I say recalling a time when I watched Pan kill a lost boy after controlling him for a while.
"Oh?"
"Yes. There's an awful poison there called dream shade. You nick and you die a slow painful death. Or if you're lucky and Pan likes you, you can drink water from the waterfall and be cured. The price though is that you can never leave the island. If you do, you die."
"Okay thank you," the detective says.
"You're welcome," I smile hoping I've been helpful.
I lean back in the pillows and go back to sleep after the nurses have prodded at me again.
-Two Weeks Later-
"Well you are all healed and ready to go," the nurse smiles at me.
"Great!"
"However, we've determined that you're not mentally stable."
"What?" I ask deadpan.
"Miss Rhodes?" A new nurse comes in.
"Uh hi."
"I'm Nurse Martha. I'm here to help you."
"What do you mean?"
"We're taking you to Rose Mental Center."
"What?! No!" I scream as they take me in a wheelchair to a van.
"No!" I scream. "I'm not crazy! Peter Pan really does exist!"
"Saying you're not crazy won't help, honey"
"Noooo!" I scream as they strap me into the van.
I keep screaming until they inject me with something. I keep crying and screaming for Peter. I feel my eyes growing heavy. I whimper. My last thought is how ironic that I call for Peter to save me when I ran away from him in the first place because I thought I could have a better life without him.
