Run Away With Me (Peter Pan fanfic - OUAT)

5,4,3,2,1 - Chapter 1

'I tried hard to make you want me, but we're not supposed to be'
Tears - Louisa Johnson

"You just... You just keep on tearing this family apart" My Mother's voice weak and tired of the constant drama, drew on as she and Dad got into a fight, again.

It felt like a stone was wedged up my throat and it refused to come up or go down so every time I swallowed, a fresh batch of tears blurred my vision. I was tired both physically and mentally and just wanted to yell at both of my parents so they could open up their eyes and see how much they were ruining our lives.

But deep down, I knew I couldn't blame them because I was always aware of the possibility of falling out of love just as easily as falling in love. That's why it was easier to just not believe in love or at least to ignore it.

I was suffocating and just wanted to escape and it wasn't helpful with life was forcing me to witness its destruction take place every day through endless fights that kept me and my brothers up the whole night and wrecking the family even more every time. I didn't know how long we could hold on together.

My room glowed silver and transformed into my mystical safe haven by the light of the moon, which, at the full, hung like a great luminous pearl on the dark, midnight sky, accompanied by many stars. I crept out of my uncomfortable bed and winced at the contact of my foot hitting the cold, hard floor as I tiptoed towards the window. Observing the magical scene before me of London at its best, oh how I wished for an adventure instead of being cooped up in this troublesome life.

I needed air, to breathe freely, to live life to its fullest. I sighed wishing upon the brightest star staring back at me, I want to be free to be who I really am, not who everyone else wants me to be. I mean, I just moved to the centre of London, before living on the outskirts of it, and with how everyone is treating me, I regret ever coming here.

Then, I noticed the residue that looked like glitter sprinkled onto my window pane. I ran my finger along the dusty surface and inspected it, it looked like glitter but had a different feel to it which made the tips of my fingers tingle with lightness. It was quite hard to explain but what caused the most confusion was the question why is there glitter on my window pane in the first place? Me and my family lived in a 3 bedroom apartment at the 13th floor and it was pretty high since there were only 13 floors. I looked around but failed to see anything that could help me give an answer to my baffling question.

All of a sudden, my eyes caught onto some movement, a shadow that swiftly cut through the dark night. A gasp escaped my lips as I noticed a figure sitting on the roof and from the body shape, you could tell it was a man. How on earth did he manage to get himself on our roof, no human could do that unless...unless they used the ladder that was right next to my window, how stupid am I?

Curiosity possessed my body and forced me to find out who exactly was sitting on the roof, besides he looked lonely. In a few seconds, I found myself scrambling for the ladder barely having time to think about my so stupid actions. Using as much upper body strength as I had, I climbed up the rusty old ladder, this could be where my adventure starts. Where a new page is written in my book. Where I can finally have the opportunity to live, not just barely survive my life.

My shaky thoughts were then silenced and overpowered by a new determination, to live life to its fullest. Taking a deep breath, my fingers curled around the cool metal of the rusty ladder. With a sharp tug, I pulled it down and adjusted it so my feet could reach the bottom step. Then I climbed onto my wide window pane and slowly stood from my crouched position, steadying myself with my arms. The whole scenery below was breathtaking; I admired the view for a few seconds before focusing on the ladder and finding out who the mysterious stranger was, sitting on the roof. Many thoughts raced in my mind, most of them bad ones, but the will to have fun took over and before I knew it, I was already on the first step of the ladder. The first step to my new journey.

There, wasn't so hard, I thought, but now to get through at least thirty other steps. I had mixed thoughts about climbing a ladder thousands of feet above the ground. I didn't even consider the fact that I could just drop to my death if I wasn't careful enough which encouraged me to go even more cautiously. The gentle breeze danced through my hair and sent goosebumps to rise on the surface of my skin, it's a good thing I wasn't afraid of heights.

See Wendy, there's only a few more steps left and I can finally be in the safety of the roof, only the roof wasn't that safe.

5 steps.

What if the person sitting there doesn't want me to be there?

4 steps.

What if he/she just wanted to be alone?

3 steps.

Oh this was a bad idea, how am I gonna get down?

2 steps.

What if I'm stuck up there forever?

1 step.

I really regret this now...