HAVEN

2. Dream.

Copyright © 2016 by Damien
Wyatt Leblanc
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Neverland was a fantasy, a dream that was simply made up, a place to escape and to never grow old. I experienced mermaids who were incredibly dangerous but beautiful creatures who roamed the depths of the deep ocean filled with mystery and excitement. Staring into the blue crystal water, and seeing my own reflection, I knew where I belonged and it was right next to the person standing right beside me.

Peter, or should I say, Maven. I couldn't wrap my mind around the concept of Neverland, of how Maven led me to a place so wonderful. A place he created, we explored the adventurous woods and underground hideouts, pirates and other boys just like Maven. But there was one beautiful creature I wanted to take home with me.

A fairy.

We played for hours and hours on, days even. Until, I thought of home, I thought of my mother and father, I thought where am I actually. And that's when I appeared back in a room, I was laid within a single bed, in a hospital gown with a bunch of small tubes attach to my body.

"You're awake." The doctor said with a warm smile as she placed down some food, setting a drink of who knows what beside it, before beginning to walk away.

"How long have I been asleep?" I quickly said.

"11 Days, Hun." and with those lasts words, she walked out of the room leaving me alone to think. Where is Peter. I mean... Where is Maven? What is he doing. I've been asleep for 11 days? I don't know what to say or what to think.

Questions hit me like a rain drops unexpectedly pouring down. Showering me in confusion, I finally received the courage to remove the tube and hurry to the door. I slowly pressed my ear to the wood, hearing muffles before a door shut. That was my Que...

I rushed out of my assigned room and across the hall, glancing inside the small window. I could see Maven laying underneath the thin blanket sheets, sleeping. I snuck inside the room and sat beside the small boy, shaking him as I smiled. "Hey! Maven. Wake up." No response.

"Maven!" I whisper shouted.

Nothing.
I was about to stand up and go ask the doctor what was wrong but she had already came in, with a confused look upon her face.

She sighed.

I excepted disappointment or an upset reaction but all she did was walk towards me, placing a hand upon my shoulder. "He is in a coma, and he could be like this for months. We don't know, but please, go back to school, and so on, we will take care of Maven."

I glanced down at Maven before frowning slightly. I slowly got up, squeezing Maven's hand before heading out the door, my heartbeat racing. I didn't know what to think. It seems that I never do anymore.

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A month has passed and I went to visit Maven everyday, I spoke with his mom and dad. Well, step dad. I had recently found out that Maven's father passed away in his sleep when Maven was a baby. He was only 20 years old. I wonder how that happened.