[Peter Pan/ Robbie Kay Imagines]

STEEL

Florence laid in bed, tears streamed down her porcelain face, her brown hair sprawled across the pillow, she was alone and everyone knew it. Her parents gave her up, they couldn't stand her, they left her for dead. She hated herself, everything about her. She gave up on life. She was broken. She was an orphan.

Peter Pan sulked away in his bed, away from his Lost Boys, the ones who looked up to him and he didn't want them to see him cry. Anger, sadness, despair, heart broken. Dead. He could feel all those feelings, but he was dead, stripped away from his family who didn't want him, because he was irregular, he was special. They could never see who he really was inside, now he took those who felt the same and spend eternity with him and his island. His Lost Boys, his followers, his brothers who obeyed. He was the king of all, King of Neverland, but never King of himself.

NOT A CHAPTER. A NEW BOOK. GO READ IT PLS.