Kiss Me Deadly Peter Pan

Chapter 22: Lost Boy's Command

'Bang'
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'Bang'
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'Bang'

"Hey girly, come out of your hidey hole we want to talk to you" I heard a deep voice yell. I opened my eyes slowly while rubbing my face. The room is dark but I see Pan sitting on the edge of my bed starring at the door.

"What's going on?" I whisper. Pan puts his finger to his lips.

"Yeah we just wanna have some fun" they yell out and laugh. I hear one touch the door but he flings back on the hard ground. Is, is that Sam's voice I can hear? Felix must be with him then.

"There's a spell on the door, maybe she's witch or something"

"Oh don't be pathetic Marty, she's no witch, she's a weak human girl" Sam says and knocks on the door.

"Hey remember me Hun? I'm not here to cause trouble, just wanna talk"

I grit my teeth and get up off the bed. I so wanna open that door and punch his face, no, I'll do something worse. I approach the door but Pan pulls me back.

"Don't" he whispers and shakes his head.

"Why are they outside the door? What do they want?"

Pan looks away and stares at the door.

I hear Felix's voice. Yep told you he's here Rachel.

"You know we shouldn't do this near the girls room, or near the cabins, Pan could be watching us" Felix whispers. I turn to look at Pan but he doesn't keep his eyes off the door.

"So what, it's not like he cares about the girl, no one cares about that nagging whore" Sam laughs. I can hear all the boys chuckling. I open my mouth wide in shock. My whole body stiffens and I'm on the verge of tears. I stand there in silence, completely frozen solid. I wipe a single tear streaming down my eye. I don't know how many times Iv been called that in my life...the first from my father. I look towards the ground and lower myself on the edge of the bed and shove my hands under my thighs. I can't say it didn't hurt...and I know no one cares about me, it's just the way it goes. Don't know why that hurt me. I should expect it anyway. I should be stronger than this.

"That's not the point, we should-"

"What your afraid of Pan? Give me a break, he's the weakest pussy ever, remember we were the ones who-"

Pan quickly covers both my ears with his hand. Hey!! What the hell? Their voices become muffled.

He lets me go once they stop talking. Why did he do that? I stare at him and he doesn't keep his eyes off the door. I'm pretty sure there gone. He sits on the edge of the bed and doesn't move, he's frozen. The face he's pulling...Iv never seen that before...all I see is pain and fear in his eyes. But why?

"Pan?" I ask. No answer.

"I have to go, don't you dare leave here" he shouts and disappears in the purple fog.

"Wait!" I yell and try to grab hold of his outline. Too late. Why does he have to disappear like that? What was that about? I can't see anything and I'm forced to find my bed again and sleep in the darkness until morning. I pull the blankets up to my face and of course I don't sleep at all...

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I awake and find myself on the ground and ravelled amongst the blankets.

"Mmmmm" I grown in complete exhaustion and find myself to my feet. I feel a stinging pain on my waist and arm where my stitched wounds are present but ignore it. I can handle pain like that. I put my shoes on and press my ear against the door. I hear the lost boys laughing and some yelling like typical males would. Normally I would open the door and not care that pan said to stay...but something was different. His tone last night for me to stay sounded so convincing. And so I guess that's what I'm gonna do. Sit on my bed until he comes back...fun! I tap my fingers on the bed side table and try to make some music. Ehh sounds terrible. I stand up and decide to look at myself in the mirror. Starring back at me is a girl Who looks like she's been beaten, there are bags under my eyes, cuts on my lips, grazes on my cheeks and dirt on my clothes. Well at least I'm not the one to care about my appearance. No matter what I do, I always look like a horrid troll, that's why I'd be perfect at that if it was a job.